At the end of last week’s posting, I used the world’s oldest literary device – leaving you in suspense about the contents of the envelope that my friend Bruce Thomas’s son handed me as we were leaving the memorial service for Bruce. A number of you took the bait and wrote back to say you couldn’t wait for the next posting. I hope today’s entry isn’t too much of letdown for you, but the gift in...
Bruce’s gift: The reveal
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