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Driving to work and dreading the typical Saturday night hectic mess I knew it would overwhelm me. So I light a smoke and try to concentrate on the road ahead. Pulling into the parking lot of the Pizza shop I try to put my work face on and be positive. I walk
in to 20 orders already up on the board.
When I was young my parents ran the universe. They were my "higher power."
When I was around six years of age a friend and I were busy playing when my father decided to present each of us with one of his personal checks in the amount of one million dollars. I have no recollection about preceding details, but what lingers is the instant rush of exuberance this daughter felt as she hastily assessed her investment options.- Details
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There I was holding his arm around the grocery store trying to guide him in the right direction to find eggs. It was I a 23 year old white male guiding the arm of an 83 year old African American male through Wal-Mart helping him shop. A few months before
we did not know each other, but now we were great friends. I met Charles Sorrell from a job that I took trying to make some extra money for Grad School.
Frank Sanders is a nationwide syndicated columnist who dispenses his “hillbilly wisdom” to any who will listen. Frank works as a painter and sometimes graveyard landscaper in Beckley WV.
Dear Frank
I’ve been with my boyfriend for two months now and things are going great except for one thing. Recently, I’ve noticed that if I leave something at his place then I never get it back. It started with simple things like clothes that I would leave over there. Now I’ve noticed larger items missing from my apartment, like a table lamp, mini TV, and wall pictures.Read more: Frank Advice, by Frank Sanders
