Congratulations, It's Broken.
...and now for the rest of the story.
The date was January 30, 1967. My father had to carry my belabored mother from the second story window with cardboard boxes tied on his feet for snowshoes in the middle of the worst Chicago blizzard on record.
But, it was lunchtime and I was hungry...
The date was January 30, 1967. My father had to carry my belabored mother from the second story window with cardboard boxes tied on his feet for snowshoes in the middle of the worst Chicago blizzard on record.
But, it was lunchtime and I was hungry...
