On January 8th, seventy years ago (1950), at precisely 10:30 in the morning, a scream of joy erupted from my tiny mouth as I gasped my first breath of life. I don’t know if I was a planned addition to the St. Andrews clan, but my mom always loved me. My dad was different; his…
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