Jack & Joan 276 x 365

Marcia's parents, Jack and Joan, loom larger than life in my memories. As a child I feared their exuberance, as a teenager, I dreaded their crowded parties, as a young adult we exchanged few words. Now, in my middle age I've grown fond of them and look forward to our meetings.

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