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Father’s Day

Thinking about my father on this celebrated day, and all the years I’d make or buy him a card to recognize him when I was younger. Later on, picking up the phone and calling him was preferred over any present … Continue reading

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He Lived. He Really Lived.

My Dad knew how to live. He grew up, ran around the White Mountains of New Hampshire, joined the Navy and saw the world during the final 2¬†years of WWII, took advantage of the G.I. bill, earned a higher education … Continue reading

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