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Three-year-old Charlie does not step timidly upon his school bus each day around noon - he attacks the bus as it approaches our curb with an ambition that would have done the recently deceased former Yankee shortstop Phil Rizzuto proud. And he exits his bus each afternoon with the same hunger, augustly displaying his latest finger-paint drawing on the fridge for Jen and me to revere with eyes wide and mouths agape. Ed RydwelskiLabels: beauty, reading
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