By Scott Graber It is Tuesday, and I’m sitting in an aluminum folding chair eating a chicken salad sandwich paired with a
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By Scott Graber It’s Thursday, and Susan and I have a room at the Wakulla Springs Lodge just south of Tallahassee, Fla.
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By Scott Graber At first glance the International African American Museum resembles nothing more than an elevated, white marble shoe box, set
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By Scott Graber It is Wednesday, early, and I have the Wall Street Journal. This morning, the Journal tells us that a
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By Scott Graber It is Tuesday, and Susan and I are in Charleston. This morning I’m in the small lobby of the
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By Scott Graber It is Wednesday, wet, and I’m sitting in our dining room looking out into a fog hanging just above
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