I am 11 and we live in the booming metropolis of Waterloo, Iowa.
My mother has taken to sewing a lot of my clothes so I have too many pairs of brightly colored, stretchy bellbottoms with elastic waists that rest just under my armpits.
Going to high school in Austin, MN—the Home of Hormel—grants one particular access. Unless you too grew up in a meat packing town, I doubt you know what I’m talking about.
And if you don’t believe that everything happens for a reason, I hope this will change your mind. And if it doesn’t change your mind…I think you might be visited by three ghosts tonight.