Trip To The Hidey-Hole Is Traumatic At Best

 

Here’s the routine: When the sirens go off, I pick up our previously packed medicines, a bag with all our important papers, two laptops, my camera bag and, of course, my purse.

Mr. Right picks up Noodles the Wonder Dog and we carefully make our way out the back door, along a short, usually mud...



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