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    The Day I Rode My Bicycle into the Eye of a Hurricane

    The Day I Rode My Bicycle into the Eye of a Hurricane

    There are only a handful of childhood memories that remain crystal clear more than sixty years later. One of mine happened on a September afternoon in 1960, when I was eight years old and living just a block north of the Gulf of Mexico in Biloxi, Mississippi. Our home stood on Father Ryan Avenue, under…

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