by Daniel A. Kaufman ___ It was a big deal that time of the year, when our high school yearbook came out. In truth, it was a big deal all year: when the staff was being elected; while photos were being taken; and as the year’s theme was worked out. 1984’s was, well, 1984. 1985’s... Continue Reading →

Thinking of Aba

by Daniel A. Kaufman ___ It is a strange thing to stare down at a box in a hole in the ground and think that your father is inside it, but that’s exactly what I did last Monday, when we buried my dad, Alexander Kaufman, who would have been 94 years old this June. I... Continue Reading →

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