Every once in a while I count my blessings. One that I have been thinking about recently is the blessing I have by dint of growing up manly. I’m the oldest of four boys and grew up in a neighborhood where everyone respected my father. Everywhere I went, I heard “Your father’s a good man”. And I lived long enough to hear that I was a good big brother fro…
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