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There’s no place like home.

But sometimes it requires leaving to learn it. The plane touched down at BHM at roughly 12:34 p.m., the day before Mom's birthday. I didn't check a bag--I had all I needed in my basketball-skinned roll aboard, though I've never been a
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YOU ARE YOUR OWN COMPASS

Others can guide your journey. Don't let them decide it. WARNING: EMBARRASSING PHOTOS TO FOLLOW. From the lunchroom to the bandroom I grew up in rural Alabama, the son of a car man and a school secretary. I was too “husky”
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