In my last column, I wrote about one of my friends and her beloved Grandad. Erin Kimbrough supplied me with delightful stories of her grandfather, Larry Williams. If you read Part One in last week’s paper, you probably got the idea that when he was young, you’d call him a livewire or a rascal. Good-natured as could be, but a mastermind of monumental mischief!
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