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One of my earliest memories is from 1988. I was in a movie theater in Coral Springs, Florida with my mother and sister watching The Land Before Time. I was so devastated and such a mess when Little Foot’s mother died that my mom had to take me out of the theatre and hold me while… Read more »

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Dad used to hunt. He didn’t golf, so hunting was his made-up reason for getting out of the house. He never struck me as the hunting type, but once or twice a year he’d take off for upstate for a long weekend. It was a Yorkville sort of man-thing in the 1950s and 60s. One… Read more »