How Many Summers? Jim Hefferon My father thought of himself as the young man, first job, with the grocery box to deliver on his shoulder in the picture we had on the sideboard. Or as the executive at the nineteenth hole. So when it happened, and his cardiologist's office wouldn't make an appointment for next month he couldn't understand. Call again, he said, tell them it's me.
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