Ask me for my favorite Thanksgiving story and here’s what I’ll now have to tell you. In 1930, a certain 4-year-old in Newark had yet to speak a single…
Read moreAuthor Bob Brody: A note of thanks, on my dad’s behalf
Random moments remind me of lessons my father taught me
I often think about my father. I find myself engaged in the most mundane of my daily activities, and I randomly remember some of our conversations. I treasure them like…
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