The Thinnest of Threads

| This is the 235th story of Our Life Logs | I’ve always heard people say that nothing good ever happens after midnight. For the longest time I found that to be true of my birth. Born an hour and 13 minutes into December 13th, 1986, the temperature afforded my welcome a mere 10 degrees. In Claremont, New Hampshire, that morning I joined a union equally … Continue reading The Thinnest of Threads