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Only good stuff

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A random memory that's kinda good stuff: my grandfather (one who was drafted into WW2) was a postman for a few decades in the 50s and 60s. He died poor. No money to his name, although he still owned his house. It sold for less than $78k in 2017.

When he died, my grandmother tried to give me a bunch of his old clothes. I took three things: (1) a tan, classic Macintosh raincoat that I still wear to this day; (2) an old pair of silver-plated cufflinks that I'm sure he hadn't worn in 40 years; and (3) a navy, polyester tie that he wore every day to deliver the mail.

I wear that tie often to court to remind me where I come from. In fact, I wore it just last month to argue in front of the Second Circuit, and if he was still alive, I think he would have been very proud of me. I'll pass it on to my son and hope he appreciates it some day.
 
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