Murphy’s Law
In the late 1940s, my dad installed a new composition roof on our house. For some reason he selected a dark blue color instead of the usual brown. Little did he know at the time that this decision may have saved a life.
I was in elementary school around 1944, and our family was eating breakfast that morning. Dad would be going to his job at the courthouse and Mom to her beauty shop. T...
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