I hadn’t seen my brother in years. From his military service that took him to Korea, Italy and the war to my bouncing around from Greensboro to Atlanta to Washington, DC, time simply flew by. Many years. Many, many years. So, we decided to meet up at our mom’s house for Christmas. And we brought the little one. Continue reading “Spending Christmas in Fayetteville with Halmeoni and Uncle Charlson”
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