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The Garage and me

It might be a strange analogy. But when I think about Sunday mornings now…what I feel, where I may go, or not go, it looks and feels like my empty garage, awaiting remodeling. And like the garage, I feel like I have emptied myself of all of the old: the pride around my work, the Read More