The Dead Crow, the Killer Tornadoes, and the Greatest Adventure Story Ever Told

There are good boys and there are bad boys. To be clear, I was not one of the good boys. Was I some budding homicidal maniac who would take his story as the killer next door to “Evil Lives Here”? No, not really. I didn’t hurt anyone except for Danny Halloran in 4th Grade because he picked on my brothers. And I never tortured animals. I would become a veterinarian at Lincoln Park Zoo, if I didn’t follow in Dr. Albert Schweitzer’s footsteps first to help heal the poor lepers...