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And I can't help but think back 12 months ... to June 1 of last year.
My wife, little boy and I live in the Baltimore suburbs - in a still-rural area about an hour north of the city. It was a Friday - the official end to the work week - and we'd reached that late hour when the afternoon gets handed off to evening.
With two free-and-clear days to spend with Robin and Joey, and plans with my Dad set for Sunday, I should've been feeling charged up and ready for action.
Instead, I was feeling worried. The darkening overcast and heavy, fetid atmosphere had spawned the sense of foreboding - and that oppressiveness was being intensified by WBAL-TV's warning that the conditions for a tornado were "just right."
It was a prescient call.
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