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Euphemisms

Rob Woodfin
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Pages
140
Year
2019
Language
English
Publisher
Parson's Porch

About

I grew up watching my dad write news and editorials for
The South Pittsburg Hustler on the same Underwood typewriter his dad had used. With his two index fingers, he seemed almost as fast as the typesetters back in the shop, who were using all of theirs.
Like myself, Dad had no formal training in journalism, but also like myself, he graduated from a master class taught by his dad.
My mother taught me to love to read.
My dad taught me to love to write.
And, I still do.

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