« Some nights, all these years later, I’ll sit here and think about when I was really young and how great it felt when things were OK and we are all there in the house: my father reading the paper, Liz playing Neal Young over and over, my mom laughing her goofy laugh at something that wasn’t that funny to begin with. When I think about the feeling... -
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