My Dad Was a Teacher, a Teacher Who Never Swore or Raised His Voice

My father wasn't a lawbreaker, but sometimes you can feel that way. There was a sense of grifting, of getting away with something. He would take me to football games in madison at the university of w Wisconsin. We'd go into the brotton brow where we'd buy a couple of brots with brown mu tired. And instead of standing in the huge crowd trying to get to and from the lunch counter, which was uncomfortable, not easy to stand up jostled.

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