On the way home, Dad showed me his old stomping ground...Miller, NE. Kind of a ghost town. And this particular house was spooky. Eventhough I'd love to do a session here....
In this house lived a family of four... some distant cousins own it now...but it is just across the road from where my Dad and his sis grew up. He said that every Christmas his folks would send Dad and Judy across the road to give these people a box of chocolate covered cherries. By the time they got back home, miraculously Santa had been there. Every year...the same scam. Clever!
in case you're wondering...that's a tv set in the corner. A mouse lives there now....I know that because I saw it! Ick!
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