What a treat it was recently to go home and visit my family. It left me sentimentally grateful for growing up where I did...a city that holds four generations of my history. After eating at our favorite Indian Restaurant we took a leisurely drive (yes....I KNOW the price of GAS) allowing my brother to relay story after story passing this landmark and that, filling my mind with sweet reminiscence of an earlier time.
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My Uncle Ken. I have so much to thank him for. He means the world to me.
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