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July 4, 2014

Dad ran through the fields to our next door neighbor’s place, where the barn was on fire.  On his way there, he learned the hard way that there was a creek between the two properties, and ruined his pants on a barbed-wire fence.  Arriving at the neighbor’s, he helped to save their livestock before the barn collapsed in a shower of sparks in the night sky.  My brother and I sat on the front porch, watching the drama.  My brother had thoughtfully provided us with a bag of mint filled Oreos, into which he dipped absently while saying, “I’m scared.”