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My first happy memory is sitting in the hallway of our little house out on the farm with my Mom during a storm when I was very young. Every time we had a storm of any kind that included heavy wind, thunder and lightning, she would grab all the blankets, some water, a Reader's Digest Condensed Classics book (we had gazillions of them) and a battery-operated radio, and head to the hallway that was the dead-center of our house. Close all the doors, wait for the power to go out (which it did) and tune the radio to the Mount Vernon radio station (because the Anacortes radio station didn't have real people there). I'd grab a stack of comics, a puzzle and *probably* a favorite stuffed animal or 12. And then we would just sit there till either the storm was over, the electricity came back, or my Dad got home.

There was no place safer in the entire world than that hallway, surrounded by my Mom and a gazillion blankets :)

Breakfast: Black Coffee, 2 baked chicken thighs
Lunch: Raw broccoli, 2 more baked chicken thighs
Dinner: Pork Chop