“My baby is a scholar!” he said proudly with his infectious smile slapped across his face as he turned to welcome me walking in the door still dressed from class. He was sitting the same barstool he always did; you know the one-right in the middle of all the action where he can see and be seen by everyone. As was the custom, his new acquaintances (
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