Man, am I on a blog binge! Forgive me for the deluge of posts. During my possession-purge these last few weeks, I peered into a forgotten cabinet to discover two dozen seven-inch boxes of brittle, shiny-orange Scotch audio tape that Dad had recorded starting in the early 1950s. Throughout his life he was a fanatical documentarian. In this respect, I am my father’s daughter. In photographic slides, audio, and later Super 8 film, he chronicled […]
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