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From The Publisher's Desk
March 27, 1964.
It was dark and the ringing telephone had woken us all up. I felt afraid as I lay in my bed listening, not understanding what was wrong but scared all the same. I could hear the sound of my mom’s voice as she talked on the telephone. Something bad was happening because the phone never rang in the middle of the night, and my mom’s voice sounded worried. Mom hung up the phone and told my stepdad, “Everett is out on the ocean in the ‘Eva.’ He’s going to ride out a tidal wave. He doesn’t want to take any chance of losing her, so he is taking her out of the harbor.”
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