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Twilight cast long shadows across my parent’s back yard in Florence, South Carolina, as we sat on the screened porch, sipped Perrier and watched the sprinkler arc. Forward and back. Forward and back. A watery path that dotted the surface of the bird feeder and my father’s Man Shed. Linda,Continue Reading

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Ripped Guy at Dick’s:  Welcome to Dick’s Sporting Goods! Can I help you find something specific? Me:  Um……ah…….mumblemumblemumble. RGAD:  I’m sorry? What was that? Me: MUMBLEMUMBLE. RGAD:  (Nervous laugh) Sorry. Still didn’t get that. Me:  I’M LOOKING FOR A JOCK STRAP! (Every eye in the store zeroes in on me.)Continue Reading