25 years ago

wasn’t a Friday the 13th, but it might as well have been. The old stomping grounds were leveled by a tornado, plus, my Dad stopped by the house. I hadn’t seen him since about Sunday (2 days before), which was a little weird, even with him working   swing shift  He was there to say, there’s been a tornado.

Oh, and he had moved out and was divorcing my Mom.

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