I don’t understand how anyone could grin all the time, but apparently she did …

I attended a memorial service yesterday for some one that I did not know.  It was perhaps the first time in my life that I had ever done so. My first touch of reality with this individual was an Avery County newspaper that I picked up on my way home for Christmas, at a gas convenience station at the foot of Grandfather Mountain.  In front of the cash register where I paid the clerk for…

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