How The Fine Art of Turkey Calling Can Score You More Clients + Customers
When I was in 8th grade, my dad died of cancer. Growing up, he and I did everything together. My mom was always the nervous, worried one, but my dad? He was the strong, bold, carefree one. We were more pals than anything. Almost every night during the summertime, he’d take me up the road to Randall’s Ice Cream Ranch, where we’d order two medium twists, one plain, one with rainbow sprinkles. We’d then sit in our Jeep, methodically licking
Aug 1, 2011