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It’s a rainy Sunday evening, and a unique group is taking shelter inside a skating rink. Louder than the claps of thunder are the hoots and hollers emanating from within.
(To be opened when reaching age 18)
My precious darlings:
By the time you read this, your great-uncle may be but a fading memory, a pleasant interlude in your childhood. Hopefully, I’ll be a…
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When I cooked my first Thanksgiving dinner 23 years ago, there weren’t many cooking shows. There was Julia Child and Jacques Pepin, but the Food Network did not exist.
Fortunately, the night before I made the holiday meal, I switched on the…