If you just glanced at the title of this post you might think I am about to sing my own praises. I am not. For a change.
Instead, I am thinking about my grandfather. No family gathering is complete without everyone quoting down to hear tales of times past. As the son of sharecroppers and moonshiners, my grandfather has plenty of stories to share.
That this Holiday season I’ve not only been able to listen to those stories again, but been able to introduce him to his great-grandson has been a gift for me.
He is a quiet, yet talkative mind who possesses a gentle soul and a steady power.
And he is a born story teller.
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