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July 18, 2010

Ohh, Ohio.  I thought I got away from it when I was little but somehow we always end up there again.  It’s not that I don’t like it, I just found more to life than the sounds of trains zipping by, the small town that I grew up in, the everlasting cornfields, and the smell of cow manure.  With all of our ties to Ohio, my sister, brother, nieces, nephews, and friends, it always seems to be a destination on our list twice a year and each time, we make the most of it.

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