By Scott Graber It is Monday, and we’re in Spartanburg. This morning I’m in the large, high-ceilinged lobby of the downtown Marriott,
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By Scott Graber It is Saturday morning. This morning I have the New Yorker, which gives us a “Letter from Ukraine.” In
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By Scott Graber It is Thursday, early, a surprisingly brisk morning for June. This morning I have my coffee and, my optimism
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By Scott Graber It is Friday, and we’re in the cool, darkened confines of the Performing Arts Center on Carteret Street. Susan
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By Scott Graber It is Saturday, early, still dark, and in an hour or so I’ll go into the yard and deal
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By Scott Graber It is Saturday, overcast and wet. This morning I have my coffee and a view of the monochromatic marsh.
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