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J.E is a wonderful story teller.  "One day when I was thirteen, the war had just ended, and a Trailways bus stopped out by the road.  I couldn't see who got off until the bus pulled away.  It was a man in uniform, and then I knew it was your grandfather back from overseas. 

You don't know how much I had missed him!  I ran as fast as I could  and hugged him so hard!  Now he was a flyer, and he was wearing a brown leather jacket, and all I could think about when I was hugging him was that he smelled so good!"

My friend  J.E.  to his older brother's grandson