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On this hot August night
as I walked along the moonlit canals of Naples
I remembered
for the first time today
that Monday morning in August
twenty-nine years ago
when I walked down the hallway of my home in Anaheim
to hushed voices
announcing
the end of my childhood.
8-17-1981.
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Amy - I still treasure dining, golfing, and sitting around the counter with your father. He is one of the most charming and charismatic persons I have ever met. He could tell a story. :)
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