An Immodest Proposal

When I was ten, my parents, my much younger sister and I moved from the UK to Boston.  Three weeks after we arrived, JFK was shot.  Ten months after that, we moved to Pittsburgh.

Because Dad’s contract at one of the Pittsburgh universities was year-to-year, and because he and my Mother didn’t know how long they would be in the States, the following year I was shipped back to England, to boarding school in Malvern Wells.

I don’t really know how to explain what that’s like except to say that …

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