‘Oh, he thought his life was over’

“You know, the first time I saw your grandma, I just could not get her out of my head,” said my grandpa, Tom Jobman as he sat on their porch with a toothpick in his mouth, drinking his scotch and water. “How old were we, Rhonda, when we first met?” asked ...

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