When I was a boy, then teenager, then college student, I quite loathed summers in Indiana. It always seemed like we in the midwest got the worst of all possible worlds weather-wise: Artic, breath-freezing cold in the winter and blast-furnace, lung-dehydrating heat in the winter. There were also tornados in the spring, like the one […]
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