It seems that I have reached the end of my progression. If you are not progressing, then you’re regressing. At times it feels like an ominous black hole has appeared in my life and it is destroying every good part of my life. Ah well, easy come, easy go. Take care.
Freeman out.
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I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox.
I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).
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“If you are not progressing, then you’re regressing.”
Not necessarily. Sometimes you may just have to stand your ground.
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Perhaps.
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