There was just something different about Morris Siegel.
After the last adventure riding along with my daughter-in-law, you’d think I’d be leery of another trip. Eternal optimist that I am, I signed up for another adventure.
All sorts of faucets at Home Place Farm, but the one concerning me today is smack in the center of my face. My nose just keeps dripping along with allergies.
There was once a story that was told about a family of wayward church members. There was a father and three sons. They were once very active in the church, but now they were all indifferent.
the name of Fleming was working in his field one day when he heard a cry coming from a nearby swamp. Immediately he dropped his tools and rushed toward the sound of the cries.