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Over the course of 77 years I have so many folks to thank and so many reasons to be grateful, and I would like to acknowledge many of them in this chapter. As you read this perhaps you might imagine that I am Jimmy Fallon writing his Friday night thank-you notes, with James of Roots
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My family life was lived in the presence of an extended family. After my mother died, my father, who had been living and working in Allentown, moved back to Scranton to reside in a large rental house with members of my mother’s family. I think the decision was made that he couldn’t or shouldn’t raise
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I totally dislike the word “elderly”. It connotes only “old age”. If a description of my age must be made, I prefer “senior citizen”. That suggests I have successfully reached the pinnacle of life’s experiences and have earned the right to be respected. In recognition of that, many benefits and perks are made available to
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Ah, romance – a topic right up my alley. I’ll cite several romantic moments and you can pick the best. To protect the innocent, however, I will not discuss such dalliances with anyone other than Claudia Teresa White (not that there were any worthy of discussion). The first romantic moment occurred on that cable car
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Yet another question that compels me to take a trip down memory lane, since I obviously have time on my hands. I’m convinced now that the purpose of this weekly exercise is to catch me at the first sign of dementia so I could quickly be put out to pasture. As it should be, I
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In the interest of full transparency I confess that I never actually had a conversation with God about a political future. If I had, though, I’m fairly certain He would have said: “Bobby, stay here and lead your people back to the promised land, to the glory that Scranton once was. Do that and you’ll
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Immortality. If that’s not in the cards, however, perhaps an album filled with photos of me at various times in my life could be given to anyone who has a reason to remember me. While I’ve never given much thought to my legacy I have considered suggestions for the epitaph on my tombstone. At one
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I was born on April 9, 1944. My mother, Sally Gallagher Tyrrell, died on April 14, 1944. We co-existed for just 5 days. My parents were married in 1937, so my father shared a life for at least 7 years with my mother. My sister was born in 1939, so she lived for 5 years
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Without a doubt the authorship of this book is the longest project I’ve undertaken. StoryWorth has close to 400 suggestions of questions and topics. Many of them are just not applicable to me. For example, there are a number of suggested questions relating to military service. While I served honorably in my ROTC class as
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The sea was angry that day. Oh, no. That’s another story. What do I remember about it? How can I ever forget. The day PJ entered the world was the happiest day of my life. I knew instantly that I finally would have someone of equal intelligence and stellar vocabulary skills in my household. Well,
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