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Dad's Garden

I remember the summer of 1958 in my hometown of Closter, N.J., when the air smelled of newly mowed grass and the days were long and sunny. Most all our neighbors had vegetable gardens in the summer. I was just 8 years old, and like all those wonderful gardens, it was a

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