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There’s a picture of my father and his stepfather on the porch of a place just like this outside Valdosta, Georgia, in about 1956 or ’57. My dad’s wearing a baseball uniform and leaning on a bat. His stepdad, who I never met, has his hair slicked back and is wearing a loose, flowing shirt, and he looks just like my uncle, my dad’s half-brother. There are a couple of other people there, and it just looks *sooooo* hot. Nobody’s smiling.
I wonder if that’s still there.