Now and Forever

This is one of my favorite family stories, which I have probably told you before. In July 1969 while on vacation in Vermont, we let our oldest son Mark, who was nine years old at the time, stay up late with us one night to watch the first man land on the moon. His grandfather, child of Swedish immigrants, had run through the streets of Boston one day at the same age of nine to

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