Letter from the Publisher
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One day early in June as I entered my home, my wife met me at the door and told me my \"Nanny\" had passed away. Nanny was the elderly African-American lady who raised me from the moment of my birth until well past my high school days. Nanny was my coach for life. It is an unfortunate part of the human experience that we cannot recall the things that happened to us when we were infants and small children. It seems that the earliest memories most of us have begin when we are about 6 y
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