Overheard
My brother, Mickey, was 15 in 1942 when he worked as a carhop at a barbecue restaurant in Breslau, Pennsylvania, after school from 4 p.m. to 1 a.m. I was 10.
One night, Mickey came home after his shift, quietly woke me and told me to come downstairs. To my utter astonishment and joy, he handed me a new pair of ice skates and told me to put them on. He had be...
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