A Harrowing Night Saved By the Good People of Bloomington
When I left work at 5:58 p.m. on September 22, my main thought was that it was nice to be on my way home at a rational time on a Friday evening. My wife, Judith, and I headed to the post office to throw a package into the bin and started discussing a friend’s recent brain surgery. We didn’t make it home.
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