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In the halfway-to-Halloween portrait at the top of this page (click on it, to see a somewhat larger version), there is a reason I am beardless and without eyeglasses, a reason for the rolled T-shirt sleeve lacking the bulge of a cigarette pack, a reason I edited out a large eagle-in-flight fake tattoo, and an excellent reason for that particular fresh-hacked haircut instead of the tidy buzz cut I had hoped to wear when I took my kids to a party that evening.
I think there must be a reason I can find no record of the costumes David, age seven, and Elizabeth, just turned one, wore when we went trick-or-treating after dinner.
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