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Guest columnist Barbara A. Rouillard: What could they possibly know that I don’t already know?

On Saturday, Nov. 4 1972, I turned 18 years old. I specifically remember that it was Saturday because I was home from college for the weekend. I specifically remember that it was a Saturday because while I was standing at the kitchen counter, Dad and his friend Durf were sitting at the kitchen table. Durf was actually Mr. Durfee, […]

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