Wednesday morning, I woke up dancing. I had a text message from my buddy Flip, down in Georgia.“It just might happen…” That’s all he needed to say. * * * Tuesday night, I had gone to bed early.I figured, we wouldn’t know the results from Georgia until the next day, at the earliest. So ReverendContinue reading ““This Is Not Who We Are””
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Daddy Gibs 