Come: not in watches of the night,
But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,
Come, beauteous in thine after form,
Come, beauteous in thine after form,
And like a finer light in light.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Remembrance of 9-11
Recollections and musings on my life and family. Stories about the past, present and future. Interesting tidbits of information and morsels of wisdom.
My life's journey started in the state of Ol' Kentuck. That's where I was born. The first road I traveled on, turned north ...
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