Bright and early the next morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose.  Today, I’d find Hannah Willomeier, and put my baby’s crib together.  Once the crib was together, I had no idea where I was going to put it, but at least it would be together.

     Most of the way through my Captain Crunch cereal, I tried to figure out what I was going to say on the phone to these women, if I could even get a hold of them.  I couldn’t just blurt out Auschwitz to them, but I had to say it soon, or they’d think I was trying to sell them something, and hang up on me.  This was a 10-20 second one shot deal.  How funny I had called people for id purposes, and information, before, at the paper, but this time, I was a nervous wr...

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