February 9, 2019: have a Blog!


My posts are a little bit out of order because I started out in Word and had to copy and paste all the stories onto the blog.  I am new to blogging, but I assure you, I will get better!  Sometimes the posts don't appear as they should, they are out of order, and I posted them all on the same day, just playing catch up.

But, yahoo, I have a blog!!

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