Letter from the Publisher
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Every morning as I take my first glance in the mirror, I cOme face to face with the man who is rapidly (and to my amazement) starting to look like my father. And, as if I needed any further evidence that I am getting old, every half-hour I hear myself saying something to one of my four children that years ago I swore I would never say. (\"There are starving children somewhere who would love those green beans ...,\" or, \"Not everyone can be pretty, but everyone can be polite...\").I ru
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