The 'good old days' weren't all that good
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Bob Huber: Local Columnist
I have an old friend. When I say “old,” I mean REALLY OLD, like 95. But to keep from embarrassing him — he’s so sensitive — I won’t mention his name. I’ll just call him Jack.
Jack has a checkered past in...
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