Blame It On The Rapture

     I had always heard stories about Uncle Charles through the years.  Things like “free spirit”, “hobo”, and “drunken bum” seemed to crop up in conversations where he was mentioned.  Aunt Maudie loved her brother, though.  In her eyes, there was always something worth saving about Charles.  After all, he was one of God’s children andContinue reading “Blame It On The Rapture”