The Gift

October 1, 2011 Leaving Boston In 1940, my family moved about 30 miles south of Boston—where I was born in 1931 and had lived for the first nine years of my life. The family was still recovering from the Great Depression and my father wanted to be able to practice dentistry in a smaller community environment. I was nine at the time and wasn’t quite sure that I was really interested in making new friends.

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My Bro

Note from AZ: This piece was written 5+ years ago. My Brother Ed died on January 25, 2015 at 88 years old. I love him and miss him still. I could not attend his funeral because I was on chemo at the time. I will see him soon, either at the cemetery in Myrtle Beach or wherever. He was a great man…

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