I used to “ruck” (walking with a weighted backpack) with this really nice dude from the South, by way of NYC, who eventually ended up in Texas re: falling in love. Him and his wife had three kids. In a tale as old as time, he would tell me often his mother-in-law hated him in the early days — when the couple met, he was bartending, and she thought that …
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