If you know what’s good for you, you won’t visit old Owen. He’s known as the meanest man in these parts. He’s likely to shoot at you. You’ll know his place when you come to a gate bordered by barbed wire. Owen’s neighbor had my welfare at heart. His warning posed a problem. The sales supervisor repeated many times, Never miss…
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Our Forever Friend
Forever friends. We all have one. Perhaps a few. This coming fall my wife and I will meet four other couples along the Oregon coast. We worked, worshipped and began our families together in a distant city. We have not all been together in nearly 24 years. Here and there in Dallas, Dayton, Atlanta, Branson and Los Angeles our individual…