Posts Tagged ‘Dad’

My life’s work is my two boys. Men of whom, I could not be more proud.

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New England was made for Fall – cool, comfortable days, crisp nights, brilliant foliage, corn stalks, pumpkins, and the smell of burning leaves. The Fall of 1972 was an exciting time for me. I was 13 and at the height of my Red Sox obsession. I’d suffered through a strike-marred spring and followed the Sox’ […]