Post 457: Holding Out for a Hero

Back in the old days, everyone talked about the Hero of our Town, Rod Iron. He was tough as nails, quick as a dropping anvil, and sweet as candy to old ladies and kids. Rod would ride around our town in a pick up with a patio set in the bed. When he finished doing good for the day, he’d park the pick up and set in the chairs in back, watching the sun set. Continue reading

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