The Ghost Under The Bridge

Today we are pleased to welcome Marcia Owens-Ward as our guest poster on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.   Marcia is a retired schoolteacher from West Virginia.  She and her husband, Arnold, likewise a retired schoolteacher, now reside in the Tarpon Springs, Florida area.  Although Marcia and Arnold have no children, they do have three Golden Retrievers named Dolly, Mabel and, the only male of the trio, Abel.  They have one cat named Kida who brings tons of laughs each and every day.  Marcia's hobbies consist of gardening, reading, writing and maintaining a retired schoolteacher blog online.  She and her husband work for various charities on weekends.

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To begin, I wish to thank the staff and editors of David's Musings for choosing my story out of the dozens or perhaps hundreds that are submitted to them each month.  My story is rather tame by comparison to some I have read here (shudder!).   But, for whatever reason, they liked mine over all the others for the story of the month.  Thanks again to Nancy, Tamara and, of course, Staff Editor, Charlotte Hensley.  Now, I begin my story.....

I lived in the Mountaineer State (West Virginia to the less informed) all of my childhood and into my adult life until my retirement from the West Virgina School System in 2002.  Like a lot of retirees, my husband and I moved to Florida for the sun, sandy beaches and wonderful diverse cultures we found here.  We love it.  But, nothing will ever take my heart like my home state of West Virginia.  I have so many wonderful memories of my childhood and as an adult.  We lived in the north-central part of West Virginia.  We faced many hardships during my childhood like so many people in my home state.  The poverty level in West Virginia, especially those near the Appalachian Mountains, was as bad as any third-world country.  But, we managed to survive in spite of the many hardships.  My dad did carpentry work and different odd jobs when he could find it.  My mother, in addition to taking care of 5 children and an alcoholic husband,  took in laundry from other people near town.  It was a hard life.  At times, we didn't know if we would have food on the table.  All this hardship made me and my siblings invent make-believe games to provide a temporary escape from the brutal, grinding poverty we found ourselves immersed every day of our lives.

One of our games involved us as being "lost kids" in the wilderness and backwoods of our area.  We would play this game all the time, for hours even.  We were "lost kids" who kept a watchful eye on our home so we did not actually get lost.  Our game would usually end at the Herbert J. Jones Bridge (HJJ Bridge).  The HJJ bridge was one of those country bridges that was usually just one lane traffic.  If you saw another car coming in the opposite direction, you either waited for him to cross or tried to beat him to the bridge.  A lot of wrecks happened this way until they put in lights making you stop so the other car could pass first.  As I said, our "lost kids" game would end at the HJJ bridge.  There were lots of rumors and legends about this bridge.  No one could actually remember who Herbert J. Jones was and why he had a bridge named in his honor.  Nothing in county records had any mention of him.  That should give you some idea of how old that bridge is (It's still there and still one lane).  One of the legends is there is a ghost or apparition that would appear there from time to time directly under the bridge.  It was always a small girl, about 10 years of age according to most "observers."  My mother and father thought it was total nonsense.  My mother was what was referred to as a "Hard-shell Baptist."  I invite you to do a Google search on that to get the true meaning.  She was deeply religious and said many times she thought the HJJ Bridge was the Devil's playground.  That was her answer to the ghost sightings under the bridge.  We were warned to stay away.  Of course, with that warning, that practically guaranteed we would visit that bridge.

As previously stated, the ghost was said to be a 10-12-year-old girl who appeared under the bridge according to people who claimed to have seen it.  If you remained silent enough, you could hear her say, "Mama, Mama....I want my Mama" over and over again until she would vanish. That was heartbreaking to even think about.  We were told she would appear in the wee hours of the morning.  I would imagine this was about 1 to 2 AM.  That was my thought from hearing all the stories about the ghost under the bridge.  One day, my mother announced to all of us, that she and my father would be going to a church retreat for about 3 days.  I was told since I was the oldest (16 years of age, when a lot of girls were married and had at least one child) I would be held responsible for the care of my 4 younger siblings.  This didn't sit well with my 14-year-old brother who felt he should be in charge since he was the oldest male (If he were to say that to me today, there would be a terrible argument about sexism).  We were given plenty of food (as much as could be considered plenty back in the day) to eat and survive with for those 3 days.  If there were any problems, we were to run over to Mr. Hollinger's house for assistance since he was not going to the church retreat due to a sick wife.  I could see no problems with any of this.  Of course, this didn't take in consideration of me and my siblings feeling free from our parents for at least 5 years.  We were going to do what we wanted within reason, of course.  As I'm sure you may have surmised, the first thing on the agenda was to go to the Herbert J. Jones Bridge after midnight to see if the ghostly little girl would appear.  I quickly agreed if everyone would go to bed early to get a few hours sleep.  Everyone quickly agreed.  Everyone was excited because this is something we never dared try with our parents at home.

I woke everyone up about midnight.  I decided that my 5-year-old sister would stay with my 10-year-old sister, Sarah, who did not want to go.  This, as you can imagine, caused confusion and anger.  My 14-year-old brother, Arthur, and my 12-year-old sister, Carla, would go with me to the HJJ bridge.  I gave strict orders that the two remaining behind would stay in bed.  If they came out, then they would get the whipping from me that they ordinarily would get from Papa.  That basically got their attention, which is exactly what I wanted.  I did not want to go through the woods, in the dark, looking for lost siblings.  In fact, I was having second thoughts about this entire adventure to the HJJ bridge.  But, I knew if I backed out, there would be a revolt from my 14-year-old brother, Arthur. I did not want that since he was always challenging my authority.  So, the three of us left our home at about 1 AM in the morning.  It was about a 20-minute walk usually.  But, since it was dark (albeit with a three-quarter moon), we took our time.  It took 30 minutes to get to the Herbert J Jones Bridge.  It had rained the previous day so the current was swifter than usual. I threw a rock into the water to get a gauge on how fast the water was flowing.  It was really flowing fast and I was really worried for our safety now.  I warned both Arthur and Carla to stay away from the water's edge.  Arthur immediately felt his 14 ear old manhood challenged.  "I'm tired of you telling me what to do all the time, Marcia!  I'm only 19 months younger than you.  So, stop telling me...." And Arthur suddenly stopped in mid-sentence (good thing too since I had a scorcher of a reply ready).  I looked at Arthur and was about to ask him what was wrong when I heard it.  "Mama, Mama...where you at, Mama?  It was just above a whisper.  I'm thinking, we haven't even been here five minutes and we hear the little girl under the bridge?  What are the odds of that happening?  Some people have been coming here at this time and heard nothing for years and years.  We just stumble upon this ghostly voice by sheer coincidence.

All three of us are now frightened.  "Let's go home!  Let's get out of here, Marcia!" Said my suddenly not-so-brave 14-year-old brother, Arthur.  "Shutup!  We're here now, so just be quiet!" I whispered to him a bit too forcefully.  Carla tapped me on the shoulder and told me to look under the bridge.  At first, I thought it was a moon-lit shadow from a bush on the shore.  But, as my eyes adjusted, I realized it was indeed the ghostly figure of what appeared to me to be a 10-year-old girl.  I told Arthur and Carla to stay there because I was going to get a closer look.  Carla wanted to go with me.  Arthur suddenly didn't mind me telling him what to do.  I approached the little ghost girl (I hope that does not sound insensitive, I honestly did not know what to call her) with a great deal of caution.  I did not want her to leave.

 I got to within about 20 feet I estimated.  "Hello, little girl.  Why are you under this bridge on this cool night?" I asked.  It appeared she turned her head to look at me.  It was difficult to really tell if she did due to the darkness and her almost transparent form.  "I want my Mama.  I can't find her.  Can you help me look?" Asked the little ghost girl.  My heart just broke into a million pieces when she asked me that.  First, I was amazed I got a sentient answer from this spirit form.  I never believed in ghosts since my mother thought they were of the devil.  But, how could this be from the devil, this little girl who does not seem to know she died long ago?  "I know where your Mama is.  But, first, you have to tell me your name, little girl," I asked.  For about two minutes, I got no answer.  Then, I heard the little ghost girl say, "Rachel."   I asked her for her last name and got no answer for that.  "Where is my Mama?  I want to go home.  Please help me" Said Rachel (I will be referring to her as Rachel now).  I found myself crying now.  There is no telling how long this little girl has come under this bridge, asking for her mother.  I could not judge her clothing (or what passed for it).  But, it appeared to be from a long time ago.

This child, this one-time being wanted nothing more than to be with her mother.  I have felt heartache during my life.  Losing my mother was devastating and losing my beloved sister Carla at the tender age of 21 to Cancer was equally devastating.  I could barely talk for weeks at end over Carla's death.  But, this episode with the ghost girl, Rachel, was deeply troubling to me then and now many years later.  I summoned all my courage and wits about me to try to help this little ghost girl, Rachel.  "Rachel....Rachel, I want you to listen to me now.  I want you to tell me if you see a bright light.  Do you see a warm, bright light, Rachel?" I asked with tears coming down my cheeks.   At first, for several minutes, she said nothing.  Her form was still there.  But, I knew we were running out of time.  I asked the same question again.  A couple of minutes and nothing.  Then...."Yes....I see a nice light." Said Rachel.  "I want you to walk to that light, Rachel. It will not hurt you.  Your mother is there waiting for you!  You must go to her," I said to Rachel as I choked back my tears and gasping of a heartache for a long dead child.  Rachel seemed tentative.  Scared?  I don't want to seem callous.  But, this little ghost girl was scared.  Perhaps she did not realize she was dead.  I urged her to walk toward the light.  She seemed to look at me....and turned to her left....and disappeared into eternity for all I knew at the time.  My sister Carla came to me crying and put her arms around me (she will always be my little angel, oh how I love and miss Carla!).  She helped me back to where I had told them both to stay.  Arthur was still in the same spot I left him.   

We safely made it back to our home.  Sarah was sound asleep with our precious 5-year-old sister in her arms.  I looked at Sarah and realized it could have been her under that bridge.  But, for the Grace of God.....I don't know how to explain it.  Our parents made it back safely.  I give all my siblings credit, they did not mention anything about our adventure until years later when we were all out of the house and on our own.   I would talk about that late night adventure with my late sister Carla sometimes when we both were up late at night and couldn't sleep.  I kept thinking about that little girl, little Rachel.  I did do some investigating around town and at the library.  I didn't have much to go on.  I didn't have the last name of Rachel, no year she was born and died, no relatives names.  Not much of anything.  All I found was conjecture.  The only Rachel I found listed in any county records was a Rachel Lownes.  This Rachel was 11 years old and died of the Cholera epidemic that took place back in 1931.  But, she lived a good 15 miles from the HJJ bridge.  That doesn't sound like much today.  But, in 1931, that was a trip that lasted most, if not all day long.  I'll never know if that was the Rachel under the Herbert J. Jones Bridge.  It doesn't explain why she appears under the bridge either.  It pains me to even type this part.  The not knowing will always bother me for some reason. 

I have to believe that Rachel did go to the light and that she did find her mother there waiting for her.  That's the only way I can reconcile this within myself.  I do feel in my heart and I honestly believe, Rachel did find her mother in that warm, welcoming light.  I say that because no mention has ever been made of another sighting of the ghost under the bridge since I told little Rachel to walk to the light that cold early morning so long ago.  In my mind, my sister Carla, little Rachel and her mother are together watching over me as I type this story. 

Once again, I thank everyone at David's Musings for allowing me to post my story here. 

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The Witches of East Tennessee

Today we are pleased to have Jeremiah Holkins guest posting on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.  Mr. Holkins is originally from the eastern part of Tennessee.  He now lives in Salt Lake City, Utah with his wife of 5 years, Margie, his two sons, Bartlett, age 4 and Jackson, age 18 months.   A Structural Engineer,  Jeremiah works for the county's water works department, where he has been employed for the past six years.  A proud graduate of the University of Central Florida, Jeremiah is an active alum of the national chapter.  His hobbies consist of coaching junior league baseball teams,  fishing, boating, and doing small engine repair in his workshop.


Something Incredible - September 27, 2055

Today we are pleased to present Daniel E. (Daniel has requested his last name be omitted) as our guest poster on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.  Daniel is a former police officer of a medium-sized town in the Northwest of the USA.  He is on total disability due to a freak accident while on/off duty.  At age 53, Daniel is the father of two sons, ages 27 and 25.  R***, his wife of 29 years, works as a records specialist at the police department where Daniel once worked. A 22-year law enforcement veteran, Daniel still occasionally helps out the PD in a reserve role whenever he feels physically capable.  His hobbies consist of writing, collecting stamps, giving speeches to schools on avoiding drugs, and still dabbles in helping solve crime in his community on a part-time basis.  Daniel and his wife have two rescue dogs named Sarge and Cap.


Time Slips - More Stories

A 1930s  photo...is that a cell phone in her hand?
 And who is she talking to?

This will be a bit of a departure from our usual fare of guest posting.  Our staff has discovered there is immense interest in "time slips."  Our one post on time slips has garnered just over 90K in reader hits.  That is amazing.  It has been averaging 700 hits a day since February 3.  We are not sure what caused such a sudden spike.  But, even prior to this sudden spike, we were averaging over 125 hits a day.  It is just astounding  So, what to do?  Myself, along with Charlotte Hensley and several other staff members got together and decided to make another post on this subject.  We have decided that the former owner of this blog (David Weldy) hit on a subject he had no idea would be so popular.  So, we have looked and searched for more stories on this subject that you will find below.  Even with this post, we will be adding more posts from individuals who have experienced a "time slip" or has knowledge of someone who did.  Finding new stories on the internet has been difficult, if not impossible.  So, we have gone offline in our search.  We have peered through books at various libraries.  We will continue on this subject that has such interest.  Guest posting will continue.  So, do not fear about that ending.

Before we get started, let's define what a "time slip" is.  Briefly, time slips occur when time (now) interlocks with a previous time (then).  It can only be experienced by the person in the current time (now).  This event is usually unnoticed by people in the earlier time (then).  However, if you will notice in the stories in the previous time slips, this is not always true.  In fact, from research, we have found that both past and present intermingle quite frequently.  Be that as it may, we will post what stories we can find and what we deem plausible.  We hope you enjoy!  Also, we don't do this often, but it would help this site greatly if you would visit our advertisers on the right.  Thank you!

Nancy Danley, Staff Editor, David's Musings


Scratching out a living in west Texas can be arduous, it can be a harsh way to live.  But, many do so without much consideration of living elsewhere.  One such person was Leonard Morely.  Lenny had lived on this ranch for his entire life, having inherited it from his father.  On a particularly hot day in August of 1959, Leonard sat on the front porch with his wife waiting for the kitchen to cool down before they ate dinner.  "I had just asked my wife what she had cooked for dinner when I heard a deep, low growl from the west side of the house.  I was thinking it was Rodeo, our English Bulldog," Said Leonard.   "My wife pointed to Rodeo laying under the big oak tree for relief from the heat.  Besides, this growl was deeper and much more powerful sounding than Rodeo," Leonard stated.  As Leonard got up to see what was on the side of his house, his dog saw something and immediately ran toward it barking as if he had seen the devil himself.  "I got down the steps just in time to see the most amazing sight of my entire life.  I saw some kind of small dinosaur-looking critter.  It was growling, hissing and slashing at Rodeo.  I estimate it was about 4 feet tall.  I screamed at it and it started to turn and run, but not before it took one final slash at Rodeo," Leonard said.  Leonard said that the creature caught his dog with a huge middle claw on his right foot, catching Rodeo around his jaw.  Then the creature vanished before his eyes, Leonard said.  "I took Rodeo to the vet, but the poor soul bled to death before I got him there. I told Sheriff's deputies what I saw, they then laughed at me and told me to stop drinking that moonshine.  No one believed me, except for one guy from Oklahoma University."  The professor from Oklahoma University sent Leonard several drawings of small dinosaurs. After going through dozens of drawings, Leonard picked out the Velociraptor from the drawings presented to him.

In 1974 Savannah, Georgia, Donald Andersen had begun to take the long, winding, dirt road to his home on a cold November night.  He had gotten off work late from the post office where he worked.  The Christmas rush had gotten an early start for the post office in Savannah.  Donald was about half-way through his trip when he saw a man, about a quarter of a mile from him, waving frantically at him.  Thankfully, it was a half-moon and Donald was able to see him in time with the headlights from his car on full beam.  "I stopped about ten feet from him.  I was a bit wary of someone out in the middle of this dirt road with no car in sight," Said Donald. "Do you not know there is a total blackout in effect?  Do you work for the Nazis, you fool?" said the hysterically waving man.   Donald was now beside himself with pure astonishment.  Donald quizzed him about his name, where he was from and what was he doing out on a dirt road, late at night. "My name is Arthur Thomas, for your information.  I am Civil Defense Director for the Southern Coast of this country.  We are at war with Nazi Germany, dear sir.  You were driving after the curfew for this area with your headlights on.  Just last week, a Nazi submarine was spotted 30 miles off the coast here," said the man.  Donald decided the man was insane.  He was thinking it was still WWII. "I had made up my mind to take this man back into town to get medical treatment.  He was even wearing an old navy blue pinstripe suit from back in the day.  I had seen pictures of my father wearing suits just like that during the early 40s," said Donald.  Donald Andersen noticed the man was wearing an armband that even had "Civil Defense Corps" emblazoned prominently on his left arm.  "I told him not to worry about the damn Nazis, they are all most likely dead by now or in an old folks home with it being almost 30 years since the end of the war," Donald stated.  Donald Andersen said there was a look of utter confusion on the man's face.  The man looked at Donald and asked, "What....what are you talking about? The war for the U.S. started just last December. I  don't...." and with that, the man disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared in the dark, cold November night.

Rose Oden enjoyed her evening walks around her neighborhood in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  It was 1985 and it was still considered safe to do such things for a woman in her early 30s.  Rose had just taken a high-pressure managerial job with a large accounting firm in town.  So, to relieve some of the stress, she would take a walk from her home with her German Shepard, Blackie. On a Friday evening, prior to dinner, Rose and Blackie set out for their evening walk. As they turned down toward a wooded area of town, still in her neighborhood, Blackie started growling and whining.  "I thought he was hurt or had fallen ill.  He seemed to be very agitated and nervous," said Rose Oden.  "I continued my walk with Blackie when a bright flash, that momentarily blinded me, occurred directly in front of us.  I was the one who was now agitated and nervous.  In front of me, out of the thin air, was a woman in a plain blue cotton dress with ruffled sleeves.  She seemed genuinely as frightened as I was," Said Rose.  The woman seemed to be too frightened to even speak, as she continued to look around in obvious confusion.  "Where am I?  What happened to my family?  Please tell me!", said the woman in the blue cotton dress.  Rose assured her she was in no danger, that she was as confused as the woman was.  "I was preparing dinner for my husband and children and now I find myself here.  Where am I?" asked the woman.  "I told her I had no idea how she got here or what had happened to her family.  As we were talking and trying to figure out what had happened, a huge TWA 747 jet airliner flew over us from the airport, probably headed to Dallas," said Rose.  The woman screamed in fear, asking what is that?  Rose stated, "I told her it was nothing to be afraid of as it was a jet airliner most likely headed to Dallas, Texas. "What year is it?" the woman asked. Rose told her it was 1985 and she was in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  I asked her where she came from.  "I am from Camden, New Jersey in the year of our Lord, 1934," said the very distraught and, by now, hysterical woman.  "I didn't know what to say to this poor soul.  She had been plucked out of some kind of time warp and placed into a different time and area.  I was about to tell her perhaps we should go into town to seek assistance when she blinked out in another bright flash of light, again, momentarily blinding me.  Where she went from that point on, I have no idea.  I do hope it was back to her family in 1934 Camden, New Jersey," said Rose.

Claire and Heidi Barlow (identical twins) of Hannibal, Missouri were having a great time swimming at a deep, cool creek in the summer of 1951.  They both enjoyed each others company.  The summer ahead was going to one of fun and adventure as they headed toward the 9th grade in the fall.  Both girls were enjoying diving off the pier that someone had built years ago.  Claire had said she had seen something shiny behind her when she jumped off the pier just a few minutes prior.  Heidi reportedly said, "Maybe you been in the sun a bit too much, Claire.  Let's both cool off at the big shade tree."  As Heidi said that, the large flash had come back and enveloped Claire.  "I started screaming my sister's name and crying my heart out.  Claire had completely disappeared before my very eyes.  I took off running to the house to tell everyone that Claire was gone," Said Heidi.  "My dad came running to the creek with his shotgun.  I was trying to tell him that something had surrounded Claire and she just vanished.  But, he was too busy screaming for Claire to listen to me," Heidi said.    The father was about to turn and go get the sheriff when, before both the father and Heidi, Claire reappeared with the large flash.  "I ran to Claire hugging her, asking what had happened to her.  But, she was almost motionless as if in shock," Said Heidi.  After a couple of hours, Claire told both Heidi and their father that she believed she had been in some place in England.  She described the people as smelling horrible, it was dirty and she got the distinct impression that it was in the Middle Ages judging by what she learned in world history class.  She saw 3 men with wooden wheelbarrows filled with dead people.  Claire estimated she was there for approximately 15 minutes.  During that time she got many curious looks (being that she was in her bathing suit) and one woman asked where she was from.  Claire said she was too frightened to even answer the woman. No one approached her as she stood with people passing all around her.  Claire never got a chance to share her experience with classmates that fall when school started back.  Claire Barlow fell ill shortly after this experience and died with the Bubonic Plague two weeks later.

Harvey Millstone of Carlisle, Iowa needed a tractor. He was a farmer and like all farmers, if you don't have a working tractor, then you will be on the street soon as the bank comes to foreclose on your farm.  In 1997, things were tough for farmers, just as they were every year.  But, money was really tight at the Millstone household.  Harvey dipped into his emergency funds to buy a good used tractor for tilling soil that year.  He had made contact with all his friends and family about anyone possibly selling a tractor.  No one had given him any hope of finding one.  One morning, Harvey had to take his son to the doctor in Clive.  On the way there, Harvey noticed a tractor out in the front yard of this really nice looking house advertising the tractor was for sale.  "I told my son that the doctor was going to have to check him out real quick because I wanted to get back to check out that tractor," Harvey said.  As luck would have it, the doctor was able to get his son in and out of the office in less than 30 minutes.  So both father and son headed back to that house with the tractor for sale.  They got to the little single lane bridge just before you get to that house when they noticed something peculiar.  "The house wasn't even there.  No house, no tractor, no foundation, no nothing left behind as if it had been moved or anything to tell you a house was ever there," Said Harvey.  "I had been wanting a tractor pretty bad.  But, not bad enough to imagine seeing one for sale.  Hell, my son saw it too.  So, it was not our imagination," Harvey said.  Harvey said he stopped at a gas station about two miles down from where he thought he had seen the house and tractor for sale.  He was told by the gas station owner there had not been a house on that land for about 20 years or so. Harvey was politely told the heat might be getting to him.  "We decided to keep our mouths shut about what we had seen once we got home.  But, both my son and I know what we saw that day. And I'll go to my grave saying that damn house, with the tractor for sale, was there that morning," said Harvey.

Of course, time slips are unsubstantiated by science.  Perhaps time interlocks in some way so that people from the past momentarily appear at the present time.  Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking have both said time travel is theoretically possible.  But, unfortunately, or perhaps, even more so, fortunately, we don't have the science to achieve such an endeavor.  Tampering with the past, if even possible, would unleash unknown havoc on the world.  Most people if told they could travel back in time said they would kill Adolf Hitler if possible.  As noteworthy and momentous as that would be, we don't know what forces would be unleashed with the premature death of Hitler.  Perhaps there would be no consequences at all.  But, do you really want to chance that?  Regardless, time slips is an interesting theory that many believe has happened over the years.  We gathered the information on these stories through various resources, including people who gave first-hand information of time slips happening to them.  We got more stories than we bargained for when we started our research. Not all of them passed the "smell test."  You might argue the five stories above don't pass that test either.  But, we had to select five and these are the five we found both plausible and fascinating.  We intend to add more in the future.

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Evil in My House

Today we are pleased to present Darvin Carmichaels as our guest poster on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.  Darvin works as a handyman or jack of all trades (specializing in plumbing) in the Texas Panhandle area.  A widower,  Darvin has one 14-year-old daughter who is the light of his life.  Like most Texans, Darvin is an avid hunter, fisherman, and lover of the great outdoors of Texas.  He has a vocational Associates Degree in Plumbing and another in Carpentry.   He enjoys church activities and spending time with his family.  In his spare time, he also likes to tinker around with his Harley Sportster.

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