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Biscuits and Gravy: Adventures

May 9, 2012
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brian_mason

Everyone needs an adventure in life, something to make things just a bit more interesting from the common ebb and flow of day to day turmoil.  Now, whether you are a risk taker, a thrill maker or a record breaker, it doesn’t really make much difference.  You see, all of us have to break out...
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Biscuits and Gravy: Recovery

May 2, 2012
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I know it has been some time since I last wrote. To those avid readers out there I apologize for my rather tardy writing now. My absence as of late has been due to the fact that I’ve had to recover from some very difficult, trying and emotionally taxing issues.  I’ve come to realize recently that...
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Biscuits and Gravy: Helping Hand

April 10, 2012
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brian_mason

Spring time lends so much for people as the blossoms — once held captive by the cold, hard, icy grip of winter — begin to burst forth. Children go out to play, adults begin to argue relentlessly with the oncoming march of the garden weed, and youth begin their trek across the countryside to...
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Biscuits and Gravy “Solid Rock”

March 27, 2012
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Biscuits and Gravy “Solid Rock”

Growin’ up back in the hills, every Sunday at church would be a sight to see in a small Southern town. Everyone dressed in their Sunday finest — for some a clean pair of bib overalls and a stain free plain flannel shirt — and ready to hear the gospel. I never will forget...
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Biscuits and Gravy: “Cauldrons an’ Cider”

March 20, 2012
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brian_mason

It might be the wrong time of year, but the crispness of the air just this morning reminded me of a scene that happened every year back home. You see, the mountains, especially those around my home town of Hendersonville, were rich with apples, hence a yearly apple festival and parade.  Every year, without...
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Biscuits and Gravy “The Pier”

March 13, 2012
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Biscuits and Gravy “The Pier”

What seems now like ages ago settlers took their first feeble steps onto the shoreline of their new homeland along a tattered yet bustling pier stretching out like giant fingers into the water. Packing all their worldly possessions with them into tight, rickety old suitcases, trunks, and bags, they shuffled along in crowded lines...
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Biscuits and Gravy “Opportunities”

March 6, 2012
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Biscuits and Gravy “Opportunities”

During the course of our lives, we all run across those moments where opportunity comes knocking on our doors. Now, for some of us we go to take that open door only to find it abruptly slammed harshly in our faces. However as despairing as it may seem, and granted the despair does pile...
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Biscuits and Gravy: Picking

February 28, 2012
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Biscuits and Gravy: Picking

We all have moments where we play an idle prank, tell a joke or otherwise pester the living daylights out of a friend. Granted we can all have fun doing it but that shouldn’t come at the expense of another. Sure, I pester people half to death sometimes, but only if the other person knows that it’s just in good humor...
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Biscuits and Gravy: Luni

February 22, 2012
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brian_mason

As kids in elementary school we all do, well, interesting things. I remember one year in particular that I believe my dad thought I must be nuts at my insisting on a new pet.  At the time, about the start of when I was in fifth grade, we lived in the tiny town of Bluff...
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Biscuits and Gravy: “I Now Pronounce You…”

February 14, 2012
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Biscuits and Gravy: “I Now Pronounce You…”

I’ve talked before about my good friend Pete. A man who was my confidant, my strength in so many ways, and really like a grandfather to me. Well, who I haven’t mentioned is Mary. Mary was Pete’s wife; second wife to be exact. The pair had met very late in life, I’d say late seventies, and had both been widowed many...
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