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The inspiration… of a teaspoon of honey. One of the golden rules of running a relay is that you never look behind you for an outstretched baton… but I’ve found that some things being exchanged are just too precious to not visually confirm. Besides, if you’re fast enough… it won’t matter… you’ll make up for it on the back straight anyway. Man, I could’ve sworn I was bigg

My first triumph left a pretty big scar… but I guess that’s how you know it’s a triumph. Once again, “FLANERY, GET OUT HERE” came rushing through the screen door from the porch. So out I went, knowing it was time for another growth spurt. My Grandaddy’s words were always so economically spent that I learned to savor every single syllable on that porch. He just sat there in his lawn