This was in my the storage room at my dad’s factory when he died fifty years ago, along with a similarly colored print of MacArthur. I trashed the MacArthur when they fell in my grubby hands in ‘80, but have carried this with me everywhere I’ve lived since.
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This was in my the storage room at my dad’s factory when he died fifty years ago, along with a similarly colored print of MacArthur. I trashed the MacArthur when they fell in my grubby hands in ‘80, but have carried this with me everywhere I’ve lived since.