Being Eighty-One – A reflection by Randy Mynard, Sr. Warden
April 27, 2026 A nice woodstove fire on a chilly morning feels good on my sore back, which might have healed months ago if I was younger. My hand looks old, though I’m merely eighty-one.
April 27, 2026 A nice woodstove fire on a chilly morning feels good on my sore back, which might have healed months ago if I was younger. My hand looks old, though I’m merely eighty-one.