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Half Way Home
My last post about the hurricanes reminded me of a song that I wrote back when I was in what I might call my Kris Kristofferson phase. I was outlaw country, I guess, and had a lot of friends who … Continue reading
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Tagged Alzheimer's, dementia, family, memories, returning, travel
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