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“Yardsticks By Which Our Lives Should Be Judged.”

1988.   Ten years old.  I don’t remember a solid picture but I do remember in slow motion like a slideshow. My grandparent’s house in Shaler, dressed up and not understanding why – a long black limousine pulls up in the … Continue reading

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