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June 30, 2013
With the Hudson in front of him, what he considered home at his back, Jack felt a queer tug from someplace beyond the banks of the river. It wasn't a bad life, back then, he thought. The folks did alright by him and his siblings. They'd never wanted for anything, even if they didn't have the best of everything or the best of anything for that matter. But it had all been OK. Would his kids think the same thing? Do kids even care about that stuff these days? Jack sensed a simultaneous tug from below and pressure from above.