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50-year odyssey of defending criminals, fighting the war on drugs, and serving G-d
For the first time in his life, my dad’s hair—what’s left of it, at least—is finally just long enough to pull into a short gray ponytail, a singular curl arching toward the nape of his neck. At the age of 80, it’s been a decadeslong goal of his, but one he couldn’t pull off for[...]
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