I was 8 years old, addicted to Nancy Drew mysteries, “The Shadow” and “The Green Hornet.” The world was at war. We were inundated with catchy slogans: “A slip of the lip can sink a ship,” “Don’t talk, chum, chew Topps Gum,” and superheroes abounded.
My father, a doctor, was three years older than his brother. They looked very ...
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