It started with a photo that my sister sent.
In 1950s Black and White, there is a bespectacled man, standing in a mountain river with water up to his waist. He is wearing a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up and dark pants.
Some called him “Preacher.” Folks around town called him “Honest Ralph” because his integrity was admirable. We called him, “Daddy.”...
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