By Scott Graber Some weeks ago, I had lunch with Dean Moss and David Murray. In an effort to avoid a meandering,
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For those who came of age in the American South, there was a certain behavior that was discouraged. My Southern mother would
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It is Saturday, early, and I’m in my grey-painted study. I have my coffee and a view of several portraits done of
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It is Sunday, early, and it is cold. This morning I have my coffee, Green Mountain Breakfast Blend, and a fragile, yellowing
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In my dotage I’ve come to believe in reading. Actually I’ve always believed in reading, but that reading was case law, rules
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By Scott Graber It is Saturday, New Years’s Eve, and I’m in my dining room looking out on a gray day that
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