My father. My dad. My poppa. He was, self admittedly, not a saint. He had his flaws and faults and could be short tempered. His younger days were spent careless and even a little reckless. He didn’t always do the “right” thing or follow the law. Some of his life choices could be considered questionable,… Continue reading Every saint has a past. Every sinner has a future.
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