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I love it when my dad writes about personal history on his blog. He’s a great storyteller and is extremely articulate about living and growing up in a generation that seems very very far away from today, as well as very far away from the generation I grew up with.
His post titled Herald Tribune Fresh Air Fund Summer Camp 1950 made me smile an enormous smile. I can totally see my scrawny 12 year old dad surrounded by these huge guys from the Red Hook District in Brooklyn, being scared shitless but keeping it all inside, and winning them all over on the ball field.
Love ya dad.