As you journey through life, certain moments stick with you—those times when, years later, you shake your head and think, What on earth was I thinking? Let me take you back to the late 1960s, a simpler time, when my sister Karen, our mom, and I ventured out to a store in Hopkinsville. I can’t quite recall […]
Egg Beaters and Karen’s Hair. Read More »
I have a confession to make. It’s not exactly something I’m proud of, but it’s a moment I still reflect on with a mix of amusement and regret. At the time, though, it felt like a stroke of rebellious genius. Let’s rewind to 1978—or at least that’s my best guess. My buddies and I were
It was the late 1960s in Todd County, Kentucky—a time when life moved a little slower, and the world felt as simple as the dirt under your boots. My grandparents’ farm was my slice of heaven. Their place sprawled across rolling pastures and tobacco patches, where cows grazed lazily under open skies, and the air
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