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My neighbor, Charlie, was a GREAT neighbor. He brought us fresh veggies when the garden was in. He looked after our place like a guardian angel.

I know the title - “The Mute Singer” sounds crazy. But it happened. I saw it. I heard it. Growing up in the city I was fortunate enough to have a connection as a fairly young boy to rural Mississippi.

Bob was a truck driver. He logged over 3 million miles in his days behind the wheel. When he retired, Bob worked for a friend of mine.

I was in a tool store a few years ago. It is gone now. If it were still there I could show you exactly where I was standing when this happened.

Her name was Helen. She is in Heaven now. She was the kind of person that would make you say - “If she doesn’t make it there none of us will.”

It was a snowy day in Indiana. My friend Earl was in the hospital with complication from diabetes. He had to have a leg amputated above the knee.