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Columns
Some
hours before my father died he lovingly told me he thought of me
as the family's Erma Bombeck. Though I was deeply touched to hear
my father's praise, I sure as heck am no Erma Bombeck, may her memory
be a blessing. But if Erma and I had anything in common, it is simply
this: Dad loved our writing.
These
are some of my scribblings, some new and some old columns, that
have been making the rounds. I know my father would be happy I finally
got around to putting them on my website and sharing them with you.
And for those who aren't familiar with Erma, I encourage you to
take some time to read her as well and see why she was so loved
by so many for so long.
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