Thanks for coming by Rick's porch. When I lived with my parents on a little farm we sat on the back porch in the evenings and just talked. Dad would tell his story's about his adventures when he worked on the rail road and growing up in the hills of West Virginia. I don't remember doing any gossiping, just sharing our thoughts and dreams.
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This was the camp were I stayed on a mission trip to help with hurricane victims