A reminiscence on Fathers Day

A reminiscence on Fathers Day

My most vivid memory of my father, Harvey, is him driving around the block three times on the way home after taking me for a haircut. I was nine or ten. We lived in Detroit, on the east side. My mother, Jean, had thought it would make for a good Saturday outing. But...

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