By Scott Graber It is Sunday and I’m sitting on my damp, waterlogged deck looking out on an impossibly green carpet that
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By Scott Graber When I was at George Washington Law School (1967-1970), there was a frenzy underway in Washington, D.C. It was
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By Scott Graber It is Monday, early, and I have my coffee — Eight O’Clock. I also have an old New Yorker
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By Scott Graber It is Thursday, early, and it is still cool on my reconditioned deck. This morning I have my coffee,
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By Scott Graber It is Tuesday, early, and cool enough to sit on the deck and contemplate the river. This morning I
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By Scott Graber It is Tuesday and I’m sitting in a small, pleasant room lined with bookshelves. The room also comes with
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