Crazy crazy day. June 6th was my 37th birthday.
While my father was readying his camper in front of his house for a week's stay at Camp Harkness, he was hit by a motorcycle. The driver apparently crossed the line, Dad was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. The bike clipped him sending him into a somersault, where he landed on the
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