A one-legged laborer worked beside me at the site of the First Iron Works in America, now a National Park after its resurrection and reclamation, finds the bony remnants of an obvious murder. I worked with the site archeologist for parts of 8 years, from 1948-1956, before and after military service in Korea and subsequent entry into the class of 1956 at Boston College.
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