Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers

When I was growing up, I had a Mr. Rodgers in my life. No, not the Mister Rogers from Mister Roger’s Neighborhood, but a “real” person whose name was Mr. Lloyd Rodgers. I met him and his wife, Martha, when I was a teenager, and they became to me, my second set of parents. Their home was an open doorway of love, laughter, counsel, and much wisdom. Mr. Rodgers has passed away, but his wife and I are friends to this day.

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