When I went home a little while back, I saw a copy of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn in my little sister's room. Feeling a bit nostalgic, I went home and started reading the battered copy on my bookshelf. I don't know how many times I have read this book (almost as many as Harper Lee's To Kill...
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I looked at my daughter's soccer schedule, and said, "Oh, great! You don't have practice on Aug 25 th . That's the night of the Roundtable." My son looked at me quizzically, and said, "the Knight of the Round Table?" It took me a minute, but then I realized what was going...