I’m definitely a nostalgic person. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a stellar memory and, like many people, small things trigger memories allowing me to “relive” (not in like a “That’s So
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I Am A Potato Chip.
One of the great honors I have had since the ripe young age of 10 is to serve during many Masses, namely at my home parish of St. Anne in Oswego but also, since being
