You are starving for a good meal. Glancing at the menu, you see the entrée of “FREEDOM” listed. No price next to it. That must be because it is priceless
Have you ever been asked what your last meal would be? A morbid and flinching question that might infer one is a resident of death row. When I have answered
Grandma Lorene Lindhardt Smith moved next door to the north of me back in the summer of 1978. Grandpa Ingram had suffered a moderately debilitating stroke, walked with a cane,