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      <title>Thinking of Home</title>
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&lt;p&gt;This is just a work in progress. I&amp;rsquo;m not sure where I&amp;rsquo;m going with this yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was born in a small town in southeast Missouri called ‘Poplar Bluff’. My early memories are almost exclusively happy. I remember looking up at the counter tops as I walked around the kitchen and living room. My mom, Penny, was making a grilled cheese sandwich and Perry Mason was on the television in the living room. My dad, Kenneth, was the pastor of Maud Street Baptist church at the time. We were Christians and it was something that ran in the family. My mom’s dad, Tommy, was also a pastor. I believe he was at Elsinore Baptist at the time. I was too young to have much say in denominational matters but I think there had been slow movement from the independent baptists of the area toward the souther baptist church at the time. But our life would still be markedly Christian in all the good things this entails and with some of the baggage as well.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      
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