Day 92: Tragical History Tour

I was born into neither privilege, nor circumstance, and with very little fanfare.  That mild Indiana day at the front part of the 1970s just brought another end-of-war baby into the world, adding to the tally of an entirely different body count. It wasn’t necessarily a childhood of struggle, but then neither was it to be considered entirely comfortable.  It was the days of Blue Light Specials- and yes, they actually used a spinning blue siren style light- and things bought on the cheap because it was the only real way to get by. Coupons were cut and jealously hoarded until just the right sale.  Weird little books full of store issued stamps were diligently collected and carefully guarded until there was enough to exchange for …

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