We landed in Dallas at dusk on some Friday night, mid-1990s. Myself, Mom, Dad, my brother and his toddler daughter, my sister and her girlfriend, all arriving to attend the bat mitzvah of my oldest cousin’s daughter. First of the next generation.
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