Memories Ohh, they grow up so fast. Why it seemed like only a year ago my daughter was nineteen-years-old and just a babe. A nasty babe who would willingly kill me over a song selection on the radio sure, but a babe nonetheless. Now, she’s receiving mail for seniors about, Medicare, retirement, guaranteed life insurance, …

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