I grew up in Michigan.

A friend who was a girl lived next to a turkey farm.

She was cute, but our friend.

This theme would happen again in life... But this was sixth grade, perhaps the first time it happened.

Before thanksgiving her house would be noisy from the farm next door. Like a madhouse.

They probably had a thousand birds. Something like that. Packed into a tight area.

The next day of course. Silent. You never really think about these things.
I didn't anyways.

I should have called this the first Black Friday I remember...

Can drink no longer, for health reasons.

Have a drink for me! Preferably good whiskey.

I'm going to bring it up to her.

Now I mean and her kids lol.

Next time I visit Michigan, they all still live there. She also had a room that they thought was haunted called the blue room.

It was just a living room.

Next year I will visit the site.

I plan on visiting mich.

Interesting I think this is it.

https://plymouthmidiscoveries.com/2013/06/27/49000-north-territorial/

https://www.google.com/maps/place//@42.3762769,-83.5254434,3a,57.3y,66.81h,100.01t/data=!3m4!1e1!3m2!1sJlBamjpQSJdHVdg-qyZBjw!2e0?hl=en-us