Scott Graber
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In the end, British record not all that different from ours
It is Sunday, early, and I’m sitting at our rough-planked dining room table in our two-storied house on Ninth Street. I’m staring into the…
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I wonder if he still carries those memories
It is Sunday morning, and I’m sitting at a conference-sized table with an almost-done Ravensburger 1,000-piece puzzle centered on its wooden surface. As I…
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Fathers are going to have to up their parenting game
It is Saturday, and I’m in Massachusetts. It is early, 50 degrees, and I’ve got a cup of Malabar coffee grown in Ethiopia. The…
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We are raising a generation of map-avoiding illiterates
It is Sunday, and I’m in Massachusetts. Yesterday my wife and I hiked a short, relatively level trail featuring edible, trailside blueberries and the…
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Reflecting on boxing, my father, a friend, random acts of kindness
It is Tuesday, and I’m at the Freight Yard Pub in North Adams, Mass. The Freight Yard Pub is actually located in a freight…