Friday April 1 was my husband’s ninetieth birthday, and among the many cards he received was one from our insurance agent, “In the year you were born. . ., ” containing a chart of prices now and then.
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Friday April 1 was my husband’s ninetieth birthday, and among the many cards he received was one from our insurance agent, “In the year you were born. . ., ” containing a chart of prices now and then.