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records. One quiet Tuesday afternoon, I was running a standard foreclosure search on my computer system. Out of pure, morbid curiosity, I typed in my father’s name: Gerald Thornton.
“No! Please don’t burn that!” I screamed while my father threw my grandmother’s handmade quilt into a flaming barrel behind our house.
I expected to see his pristine credit history. Instead, the screen flashed red with multiple municipal liens and a massive foreclosure notice for 4892 Ridgewood Drive.
