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A few weeks ago, I sat in the Fresh Side in Amherst, ru …

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In those days change was law. After the day’s lawn face …

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If you make Your decision How am I to argue? A Mite wit …

Cool air wakes her abruptly. The neck of her oversized …

My father, a career IBM man, was one of myriad late-196 …

The mother of all storms is upon us. We are taken aback …

Officer, I’ve told you exactly what happened. I’ve been …