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Why one church's preacher was also the plumber
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In the months before we married, I sought to show Tink the Southern mountains of my raising. On a colorful autumn afternoon, I was driving him around the curvy backroads and pointing out spots of various interests such as family farms, cemeteries, and birthplaces. I turned off the "blacktop" onto a graveled dirt drive.