Sept. 11 and the work of my father-in-law’s hands

I first met my father-in-law on the morning of my wife’s sister’s wedding. I arrived at the church alone, my wife being off on bridesmaid duty. I hovered on the periphery of the parking lot while a sea of Italian Long Islanders shot their cuffs and kissed each other on the cheek. Ken, 6-foot-3 and […]

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