By Randy K. Logsdon It was a voice from the past. I turned and looked upon a face that seemed vaguely familiar. “Turk?,” I asked. “Yes, it’s me,” was the response. “How long has it been?” We found a table, sat down and began to reminisce.
Read MoreBy Randy K. Logsdon It was a voice from the past. I turned and looked upon a face that seemed vaguely familiar. “Turk?,” I asked. “Yes, it’s me,” was the response. “How long has it been?” We found a table, sat down and began to reminisce.
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