The Yarborough Year
I grew up with a great dad. He gave me a galaxy of lessons and tips to equip me in the best way he could. A rebel with a brain that beat you seven times around a corner before you finished a sentence. As a lawyer, he had me draw up contracts the second I learnt how to write. Now and therefore, in consideration of the privilege of our bond and the mutual covenants of familial relations ... blah blah. (I’m all for #PlainLanguage). We were lucky, we spent tons of time together,