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I endured one of those terrible traumas recently that I had hoped never would occur in my lifetime and pray never happens to you.
On Thursday night, I had to be in my car for about an hour in the late evening. It was a quiet night, not much traffic. No rainfall, even if the sky wasn’t clear.
And then it happened, as if the fates had reached out and grabbed me by the shirt and dragged me into a new vortex of reality.
I turned on my radio to listen to a bit of the World Series, and it wasn’t there!
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