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Don’t Live Looking Back

We made a quick trip to my husband’s childhood stomping grounds. Unfortunately it’s another family funeral. But as always along the way there are highlights of his youth and we talk about special places like the first place he killed a deer. Then there’s Ranger Hill. Always fun because it’s like a wind tunnel with signs to warn the driver of the current. Except they are now in the process of cutting back the grade of that hilly climb. It’s for safety but another childhood spot will be just a memory. Oh beloved, it’s a good thing we don’t have …