“You boys had better put your nose to the grindstone!” Shortly after meticulously perusing our respective report cards for the fifth six-weeks grading period with a fine-tooth comb, Dad issued his carefully worded ultimatum to my big brother and me, standing in the entryway to the church parsonage, bracing for the hammer to drop. “This is totally unacceptable,” the blond-haired minister… Source
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