Old days aren’t coming back

If it weren’t for having been raised with the cultural admonition that ‘real men don’t cry,’ it’d be easy for me to shed a tear nowadays over remembrances of my youth. During the small-person years of my childhood, my mother didn’t work outside our home so I often enjoyed arriving home from school mid-afternoon to a freshly-baked cookie accompanied by . . .

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