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I love that your parents are such an important part of your stories. I see them.

I see your Dad in the bleachers. I see Jerry there with me. I didn’t get to know your mom until years later when Beverly and I would find ourselves on the lower level of Boston Store. I see us at her checkout counter, chatting for the longest time. (You know Beverly.)

Their faces are alive in my memory.

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