By Chuck Griffin • For Roane Newspapers
Several years ago, back when I could easily call myself a young adult, I awoke after sleeping in one Sunday morning and went about my usual routine.
I ate a late breakfast, watched television on the couch and wandered through the day carrying out some other activities that must have been fairly mindless, as I cannot remember them now.
It was only later in the day, prompted by an item on the evening news, that I discovered something.
It was Easter Sunday.