It’s strange the memories that surface when you are in the middle of selling a house, a house you have lived in for fifteen years. When we signed our “John and Jane” Hancocks at closing back in 2007, our children were 11, 9, and 4—assuming my math is accurate, of course. A lot has happened in 15 years, some good, some bad…a lot that is very memorable. I’m not sure why this particular memory Read More about Friday Night at the Fights
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When I was a child, my father would often say that there are three things in this world that can change a man’s mind: a desperate temptress, a divine appointment, and a delightful book. Of the former two, he would say that one should be avoided at all costs, while the other should be embraced at any time—for the good Lord may come a-knockin’ only once. Of the last, however, he would often point Read More about Noble Reading