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Sunday, December 4, 2016

When I was growing up, I knew a lot of kids whose fathers didn’t earn a living working in the bowels of a factory like my dad.

Their dads were businessmen, doctors and bankers, but our families lived blocks away, not suburbs apart. So all of us kids attended the same schools. We cheered together at football games, discoed at the same dances and had the same teacher for algebra. Our parents didn’t mingle much, but most of them voted for school levies and showed up for the junior class plays.