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Dec. 24th, 2004 08:57 amWhen the phone rings at 8 on a holiday morning, I ignore it. Bury my head under the pillow and hope whatever madman called me goes away.
When the cellphone in my jacket goes off immediately thereafter, I know I have to scramble out of bed and actually answer it.
It's Dad. They're on the road north, and my uncle's in the hospital. ( The story continues )
When the cellphone in my jacket goes off immediately thereafter, I know I have to scramble out of bed and actually answer it.
It's Dad. They're on the road north, and my uncle's in the hospital. ( The story continues )
