Many moons ago, I started reading blogs and shortly thereafter I started reading them. I became discouraged because I read many writers, far more talented than me and the ease with which they elucidated the very points I wanted to make but so much more elegantly and completely that I just gave up. Gerard of American Digest was one such writer. His facility with prose and his ability to evoke emotion was remarkable. I linked to him once with my nascent blog and he was kind enough to reach out to me and thank me for the link. I literally had zero readers. Just like now. But that was the measure of the man. He took the time to reach out to me and genuinely thank me for the link. The closest I ever had to meeting the man was meeting Morgan in person. Morgan and Gerard were friends. They had an evident mutual respect for their respective works. I never met Gerard, didn't know the man personally but having read his work I had a sense of the man. He's dying now. If
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Well, she had another boy and she didn't leave him, fortunately. In fact, she ended up staying home with them because it turned out to be cheaper for her to quit her job than to keep it and put them all in day care. So, not only did she have three boys, but she ended up spending all day at home with them every day. Lost touch with her so I never heard how it worked out.