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BOTH DAD AND I COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
My dad had volunteered for the Medical Corps in '42. We all were impressed by his patriotism. (Only later did I find out it was a continuation of his pattern to vacate his responsibility as a father and a husband --- that's also why he chose med school in London, when there were multiple fine med schools right in the Big Apple.)
Be that as it may, he got leave from Camp Atterbury, IN, we met in Buffalo, and proceeded home together on the NY Central down the east side of the Hudson River to Grand Central Station. The whole family treated us royally. We also had a twosome picture made of us. Here it is:
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Bill