It was the summer of 2012, in a barn, in Cygnet Ohio. Cygnet is one or two exits south of Bowling Green Ohio. It is entirely rural, with a very small “downtown” consisting of a gas station, a pizza place, a bar, and post office. The rest of the town is either farms, homes, or farms with homes on them. The barn I found myself in on this fateful day had recently transferred ownership. I will save the explanation of the odd genealogical chain of events that led me to this s

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