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LA Union Station, musings about my father, and a lesson for young men dating

I’ve loved LA Union Station since my first time there, when, watching with my parents as arrivingĀ passengers from the Super Chief came through theĀ tunnel from the trains, I spotted my grandmother’s small hat with a feather. But the picture above … Continue reading

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