This is the flag that flies in front of our home. It is there in honor of Poppie, who bravely fought in the Vietnam War. It is there in honor of my grandfather, Francis Heilman, who courageously fought in World War II. It is there in honor of my friend, David Poppas, who served fearlessly in Iraq. It is there in honor of all veterans and soldiers, young and old, who have served our country with their hearts and souls while we sleep safely in our beds. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you.
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Pathologically Literate 
Nice. Just, nice.
And, YOU’RE BAAAAACCCKK! Yay! But, I think y’all are channeling Paula Deen! I am getting a little hint of southern charm in your blogs. Do I smell a pecan pie in the oven???
Heresy! No, I’m not sure where it comes from! A remnant of my time in Louisiana, perhaps?