December 31, 2020

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The Year We All Cried “UNCLE”

I imagine I was around six to eight years old when I had the satisfaction of beating my Daddy in arm wrestling. Fifty-some years later I can string a composite memory of various images in my mind, still…though all these moments may lack exact sequence. I think some of our memories – especially the mundane, everyday recollections from long ago – exist in a composite event – a very real and summary synopsis. _____ I remember winter nights after dinner at...