Christmas isn’t coming. It’s already here.
If any of you are long time readers, you may know that during Christmas week I have a custom of dedicating my column space to the Biblical account of Jesus’ birth from the second chapter of the book Luke. This year I’ve used the New King James Version.
Like many of you, I haven’t forgotten 9/11. I can tell you where I was and what I was doing “when the world stopped turning on that September day.”
Growing up, my sister Taunya and I spent a lot of time at “Aunt” Molly’s house. Molly and Madrew King lived up the hill from our house on Walnut Meadow Road and we visited there often. Although we were not kin, they were like family.