By Scott Graber It is Sunday morning, and normally I would be sitting — sleepy, and unfocused — in a pew at
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MoreBy Scott Graber It’s early Thursday, and I’m in my small, gray-painted, bookcase-lined study. My wife and I are reading the Wall
MoreBy SCOTT GRABER In the 1970s, Beaufort was a small town. If one wanted weekend excitement one had to travel. There was
MoreBy SCOTT GRABER It’s Saturday and I’m in Montgomery, Ala., with my wife, Susan, and we’re at the National Memorial for Peace
MoreBy SCOTT GRABER It’s Saturday morning, cold, but I’ve got a serious, cedar log fire that floods our small, minimalist living room
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