At a backyard BBQ, my dad shows signs of being cold. As he sits in a chair, my brother Mark brings out a coat and wraps it around his shoulders. My dad brushes his fingernails up against his cheek, looks at me and says in his best Marlon Brando, "Michael, I never wanted any of this for you
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you need a syndicated column. truly.
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