Ronda Rich Syndicated Columnist Tink and I had a precious friend named Roy Hodnett. Roy, the kindest, most perfect Southern gentleman had, with his pretty wife, Anne, raised their family in Virginia. He sold cookies for a living. That’s the way Roy always phrased it. When he retired, he and Anne were traveling South when [...]
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