Every morning the men went to work. All of them. By car, by commuter train, by bus. In that blissful dawn everyone had a job. It was part of the victory dividend and it was the way of my world. My father left the house by 6 a.m., sometimes earlier. He had to make rounds at the hospital and, several days a week perform surgery. Office hours started around 8 and then teaching and lab time in the afternoon. He didn’t come back through the door until six pm and even that was sporadic. Several nights a month there were county medical society meetings to attend.

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