One of my brothers just called to tell me that Rebecca Coggin died, which of course saddened me.
As my readers know, I’m a mean old snake, an unrepentant sinner, and a thoroughly bad apple. But every now and then I get hit by a wave of sentimentality—indeed, one might call it romanticism—thinking about a world that no longer exists.
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As my readers know, I’m a mean old snake, an unrepentant sinner, and a thoroughly bad apple. But every now and then I get hit by a wave of sentimentality—indeed, one might call it romanticism—thinking about a world that no longer exists.
