I can’t tell you how many people have found my blog in the last week because of the troubles going on at Landmark Church in Cincinnati. Actually, I can tell you…
23 people alone on Friday and Saturday (as of 1:30 pm) have seen my blog because they’ve been looking for gossip or bashing material on Matt, my uncle, or Lonnie, my mentor.
Sorry chaps, you won’t find any of that here. But you can find that here. So please go look for gossip and backbiting elsewhere.
The view when I left Worcester on Tuesday night.
Ray (Left) traveled with me from the Northeast,and Brian took the easy (and smart route) and flew in.
My best friend in high school, Clay and his wife Carrie.
My grandfather, Dr. Frank Holman in Richmond, Indiana
Schuyler Snell and his first kiss.
Sterling smiled. Silas just stared.
The Snells.
The pastor of Landmark Church in Cincy Matt Holman and his wife Joy.
They also happen to be my uncle and aunt.
“Yes, Marty, that is a very interesting story”
Shepard is certainly giving me that winning smile he always had.
“So, you like the L-train’s beard?”
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