My late brother Todd was born in Philadelphia, city of brotherly love. We lived in Philadelphia from 1949 to the late fifties and I have fond memories of the city, from basking in the history of Independence Hall to negotiating the railroad tracks where we gathered coal that fell from box cars. I saw art for the first time, discovering Picasso, in its g…
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