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Publishing, Parachuting, and Three Lincolns
In the early 1990s, I was the best man for my brother’s wedding. For his bachelor party, we didn’t want to do anything immoral, so we decided to try something dangerous, instead: parachuting. My wife made me promise never to do it again. There would be three commands: get out, get all the way out…
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Horse Sense
Dear Reader, how I treasure your sticking with me on the road to publication. I learned this month I’m a semi-finalist in the Genesis Contest for unpublished authors. How delightful to receive an evening phone call from a contest organizer. (They don’t call you when you lose!)
