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First, a little story.On September 3, 1970, I left my home and family, hopped on a Trailways bus in Boston’s Park Square and headed for New York City to attend college at NYU. When I came home again for the midyear break, I decided to visit a high-school friend who had remained in Boston to attend Harvard. Sitting in his dorm room in Harvard Yard, I perused my friend’s bookshelves while he was off buying us something to drink.
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