It was Labor Day weekend of 1975. The summer that was coming to an end had been a busy one for us - we had made several short trips visiting presidential sites all over the neighboring state of Ohio.
My parents and I were sitting at the kitchen counter eating pancakes, as was our normal Saturday morning ritual (cereal was only for weekdays). As we were finishing our breakfast...
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