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The death of my brother Don two years ago at the hands of a drunk driver reminded me yet again of the vulnerability of all of us. He was 18 months older than I and had worked very hard all of his life so that he could devote his retirement to his family. Those plans evaporated at midnight on July 18, 1986. I do not live as if I were expecting to die any time soon. Actuarially, the odds are pretty good for me. But prudence cautions me that this may be my only book, the only opportunity I will have to dedicate something of great importance to me, to the two families of my life: the one in which I grew up, and the one that Polly and I have shared. All of those people, and all of our friends, would understand my dedicating this book very specifically to our three sons:
and to our grandson:
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