Since the ice-cold blast on that terrible November morning six-plus years ago, I have not stopped shivering.
Shortly after a 4 a.m. call to my youngest daughter overseas, which as it turns out, served as an apology for unintentionally abetting one of apathetic America’s greatest sins, I defeatedly wandered into my bedro…
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