Scott Graber
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Old customs die a slow death
By SCOTT GRABER It is Saturday morning and it’s surprisingly cool on my deck — a wooden rectangle that extends out from our dining…
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The sporting world is no longer just a man’s world
By SCOTT GRABER It’s Sunday morning and I’m watching a rising sun send shafts of low-angled sunlight into my backyard. I’ve also got my…
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I wish I felt that way today
By SCOTT GRABER It is Wednesday morning, and I’m sitting at the black, formica-topped shelf that separates our small dining room from our (smaller)…
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Sometimes forgetfulness is good
By SCOTT GRABER It is Saturday morning and a thunderstorm is passing over Port Royal. Normally, I would be happy about the plunging temperature,…
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As it gets older, sometimes a father’s story changes
By SCOTT GRABER Although American newspapers currently face an existential crisis they still observe certain norms — “If it bleeds it leads.” And on…