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Poet’s Notebook: Happy Fathers

My father’s eyes rolled upward in Paul’s Diner not in fine frenzy but diabetic coma and we thought when they refocused two weeks later it was time to make amends . . . Jeanne’s and my fathers were old-style Republicans. High-school graduates from blue-collar backgrounds, they worked hard, and eventually prospered as salesmen, Jeanne’s dad […]

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