Locked and Loaded for the Lord

Last week while I was in Alabama to meet with Mother’s nursing home caregivers, I had supper one evening with my Uncle Harold, Aunt Patricia and my closest cousins. Every time I go home, I manage to finagle a home-cooked meal and lively conversation out of my Alabama kinfolk. The laughter and reminiscences make these sad trips related to Mother’s declining health much less depressing.  My relatives filled me in

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