I went to bed the night of July 13, 2019, with a sense of unease. Too many issues and feelings swirling around in this sometimes-tortured mind of mine:
When I was an early teen, I could be found simultaneously reading (and re-reading) Rosalind Russell's autobiography and any book about Richard Nixon that I could get my adolescent hands on. Yeah, the contrast boggles my mind as well. But that's the kid I was.
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