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The next time you’re on Highway 30 West between here and Oxford, and the traffic is backed up, waiting to pass a little, blue car, don’t get too upset. That’s my wife, going exactly 55 miles an hour on the uphills, the downhills and the long straight stretches. Most times, she’s even using the cruise control, so she doesn’t unknowingly creep up a little on a downhill stretch.

I was struggling to get the tent up. The front was sagging and it was barely big enough for two people to squeeze in.

Being a grandparent comes naturally to some people. I am not one of them.

I had no idea ya’ll were so much fun!
When I rushed home after work on Friday, I didn’t feel much like going out again. At the end of the week, I’m usually ready to loaf.