No celebration of America’s birthday goes by without me thinking of my brother, who came into this world July 4. En route to the hospital that day, my dad ran out of gas and had to knock on someone’s door to borrow their car. In those days, gas stations were closed on Independence Day, as was almost everything else. The significance of the holiday has declined in recent times. My sister and I are 15 months older than Richard. Therefore, we were similar in size. Dad fixed the twin stroller to accommodate all three of us. Mother said everyone would …
Ann Bednarski: Fourth of July spurs thoughts of beloved little brother
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