Bordering on Complete Sanity:
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist When we were children, we played an odd summertime game. We’d sit in the front yard of my grandparents’ trailer house/cabin within view of the highway, pick a color...
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By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist When we were children, we played an odd summertime game. We’d sit in the front yard of my grandparents’ trailer house/cabin within view of the highway, pick a color...