I’m not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all eagerly awaiting the feast. I said grace, his grace, and all was perfect.
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It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering.
I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me.
Something green.
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
