I am off to a family reunion on a river in North Georgia. My great grandfather was an itinerant preacher who rode a mule through the hills around Ellijay. Who would have thunk it?
More anon, if ten days can be considered anon.
Grapeshot
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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