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Don’t Get Around Much Any More by
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Alternative song title (courtesy of The Police): Don't Stand So Close To Me
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Puttin’ On the Ritz by
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Prompted By Finding Your Tribe

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At different times in my life, I have had different "tribes," but for the last 22 years it has been the choir at my synagogue.
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Lean On Me by
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Prompted By Caregiving

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I wish now that I had spent more time being a caregiver for my mother in the last years of her life.
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Another Day by
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Prompted By Leap Day

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Half-birthdays and pirates make Leap Day more than just another day.
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Sunrise, Sunset by
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Prompted By Family Myths

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Our cousin Betty, before she became a celebrity to the pre-school set, was in a Broadway musical called Cafe Crown.
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Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News by
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Prompted By Family Myths

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The story is about my father, who was born in 1909, got his bachelor's degree from Rutgers University in 1928 or '29, went to work as a pharmacist in the family drugstore, but wanted to be a doctor,
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Both Sides Now by
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I've looked at children's TV from both sides now, as a child in the '50s, and as a parent in the '90s.
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Backfield in Motion by
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Prompted By Super Bowl

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Everywhere you look this week, you see Super Bowl LIV. I have to laugh. Where else in American society does anyone use Roman numerals any more? The only places I can think of are the cornerstones of buildings (and now I’m wondering if modern buildings even have cornerstones) and the copyright date shown in the…
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Movin’ Out by
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Prompted By Moving Day

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I have made a total of eight moves in my life, and it is astonishing how many details I have forgotten.
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Please Mr. Postman by
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Prompted By Snail Mail

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The Marvelettes had it right with “Please Mr. Postman.” Back in the pre-electronic days, waiting for the postman to come with the day’s mail was agonizing when you were hoping to hear from someone (“Is there a letter in your bag for me?”). If there was nothing it was such a letdown. (“So many days…
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