Small-Town Sermons

Dear friends,
Delivered a package to a 92-year-old WWII vet named Mr. Hartley (no relation—though Harley approved of the name). He handed me a butterscotch candy and said, “Son, keep standing tall. The world’s lighter when one more man refuses to bend crooked.”

Road takeaway: Wisdom isn’t hiding in TED Talks—it’s sitting on quiet porches in forgotten zip codes. Slow down, say hi, grab the butterscotch. Every handshake is a free seminar on how to live.

With respect,
– AL & Harley

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