Some things never change, it seems.

Many years ago someone said, “There’s never a good day for a funeral!”

That statement has been proven out many times over the years and last Friday was another proof. We buried my brother, Bob, in Gretna, Nebraska. The day was cold, wet and just plain nasty . . . the gravel road on the way to the cemetery was under construction . . . and you had all the understandably sad feelings to go along with it.

Then, later in the day, we had to dodge the tornados that hit Lincoln and Waverly on the way home . . . and drove through “rain” on the way home, only to find...


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