Both of my parents went to Chicago Teacher’s College (don’t know what it’s called now) and then to U of Wisconsin/Madison for their masters…all on the GI bill. She had been a WAVE during WWII stationed in Coronado and would not marry my dad unless he agreed to move to San Diego. He caved, and here most of us are. She’s gone now, but, ancient as he is, my dad still loves going back to the Midwest when there’s a funeral or whatever (I know that’s kind of macabre, but WTH, he’s 88).
We used to take a road trip back to Chicago every summer, which gave me a healthy fear of tornadoes. I remember Nana herding us all into the basement. She didn’t have to try too hard, our being exposed to “The Wizard of Oz.”
In SD, though, we have the wildfires, which are just as frightening. My best wishes, girl.
