Mildred

It was always the dead of night when they came. The crickets stopped, the wind picked up, and suddenly a great craft was called into being directly above the house.

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The Good

In all of this anger and vitriol and self-righteous proclamation, we have taken two candidates for our highest office and reduced them to cruel effigies: the very embodiment of all that we despise. These aren’t symbols, or demons, or boogeymen. These are people.

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The Voice

In 1950, a new broadcaster with fiery red hair lent his voice to the Brooklyn Dodgers. For sixty-seven years, through broken color barriers and no-hitters and world series, through countless wins and losses, his voice became the voice of summer for generations of Dodgers fans.

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