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A chain of vignettes. |
| F-1 Uncle John’s marriage was stunning news to all, his sisters, brothers, friends, my cousins and me, the extended family. I happen to be the son of his second sister, Lizzy. Her older sister Sarah lived two blocks away from us. Her son Mark and I went to the same school and attended the same college and later settled down in different professions. My father and Mark’s dad were employed in the Shipyard. Years rolled by pushing us into the adult world of earning a livelihood and taking on responsibilities. While Mark preferred the construction business and joined a reputed firm, |