I got an email this weekend. It was one of the most emotional things I have ever received. It was from Peg’s granddaughter Rhonda. About her son Michael, who left this weekend for Iraq. The same little boy that used to play kickball with me out in my cauld-a-sac. The same one that Peg used to rave about. The football player, the cutie-pie the
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