When I was a little girl my parents and I were on a bridge watching a train which had stopped in Back Bay just before proceeding to South Station in Boston. A man stepped out on the platform of the end carriage and he waved to us. IT WAS THOMAS DEWEY. (He was a candidate for President in 1940.)
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