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“I can’t believe I let you drag me into this,” Barton grumbled. “That’s obviously a guy with some kind of costume hand.”

My fiancé and I stood in the dusty red-clay viewing area, staring up at the stage. Flies buzzed. The early fall air was brisk, especially now that it was late afternoon, and I felt a chill raise the hairs on my arm. But it wasn’t simply the coolness in the air; it was the spectacle we were viewing on the raised platform twenty feet away. Continue Reading »

“Would you do it all over again?”

I looked quizzically up at the sound of my daughter’s voice.”What in the world are you talking about?” I asked.

She smiled, her grin a bit lopsided.”I noticed on the calendar you had marked your anniversary again.What I want to know is,would you do it all over again, if you’d have known then what you know now?” Continue Reading »