In the grey of this early morning’s dawn with the light dusting of white blanketing the trees, memories rise up of holidays gone.
On Thanksgiving morning, we’d trek north to visit Grandpa at the lake.
I remember peering over the back seat of that old Buick leSabre as we’d come up over the last hill on Route 59 north into Antioch, straining to be the
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Have a wonderful Holiday Season
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