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This morning I woke up to rolling thunder calling to tasks. The house was dark, not with night sleeping darkness, but with grey dark tea demanding silence. Making my way through the living room, I could hear the first timid uncertain drops of rain falling on the yard and hurried to pick up  the paper...
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(Photo: probably taken by my dad eons ago of me and my brother at the beach in Naguabo, Puerto Rico, 1954) Yesterday afternoon I had one of those ‘geez, how things have changed’ moments. Not sure what brought it up, any longer, these things happen the moment I pass 55th street and go into the...
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