A couple of weeks ago my husband Leo and I visited the city of my birth, Macon, Georgia. My family moved from Macon when I was a small child and I have few relatives there any more. My reasons for visiting Macon were two-fold. I was doing some speaking about my books at a marvelous retirement community, Carlyle Place, and also looking for the old haunts…
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