This piece was written several years ago, during one of my many blogging fits. Pay no attention to the day, timespan, etc., and it might still make a little sense. “Take my hand, baby we’re over land.I know flying over...
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Paul Boger
I am a son, brother, husband, father, and improving friend, recovering from a hopeless state of mind and body. Rather than scribble on legal pads, in notebooks, and in the margins of novels, I've decided to do my journaling here. All opinions mine, unless otherwise attributed, and am learning to use this site as I go. Stay tuned.
