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The year was 1963, and the early ’60s was still a relatively innocent time—innocent, at least, for middle-class people like Charlie and me. We did not do drugs, we did not get divorced, and we did not have abortions or extramarital love affairs, or, if we did, we did not talk about them.

As yet, Martin Luther King Jr. had not been shot and killed. Nor had anyone whom I knew or had heard of.