Searching for My Two Dads

<p class=ql-align-justify>I was dancing the polka with a one-legged fat man. We were breathless as we whirled around the room. Though I could not see his face I knew he was my father. How could I know he was my father? I had never met him. </p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>I jolted awake from my dream heart throbbing as I told my husband Jon I think God wants me to search for my father. My life changed forever from that moment as I began in earnest my search for clues to my southern father's disappearance.</p><p><br></p>