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On July 20, 1969, I was 4 years old, but really almost five. On that night, I stood in the front yard of my grandmother’s house. Like most people living in Florida, Mamaw White had a tidy, little, white, stucco … Continue reading
On July 20, 1969, I was 4 years old, but really almost five. On that night, I stood in the front yard of my grandmother’s house. Like most people living in Florida, Mamaw White had a tidy, little, white, stucco … Continue reading