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Months ago I was working slowly through some photo albums, a tumble of memories stashed in my basement since my parents died. It’s been difficult
Months ago I was working slowly through some photo albums, a tumble of memories stashed in my basement since my parents died. It’s been difficult
He wasn’t exactly a kid. There were kids galore on both sides–18-year-olds just out of high school and scores of 17-year-olds who quit school years
I didn’t know him–couldn’t have. He was killed four years before I was born. For years I wouldn’t have known his story any more fully