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From The Washington Post:

MY BIG brother Jim and I met on Pine Street in Center City Philadelphia on a midsummer morning.

He was wearing khaki shorts and a green T-shirt that featured Peter Tosh, the reggae singer, smoking a joint. I was wearing chino pants and a blue cotton shirt with a white collar. He was carrying the “Baseball Encyclopedia” and a bag of rusty golf clubs. I had Carlos Baker’s biography of Ernest Hemingway and a diary notebook.