(1980 memoirs)
Alfred, Lorin's father, took him to a country club, possibly Tripoli, put him in the hands of a teacher [to learn sports]. What happened exactly he would never say except only now and then in a scathing remark. Yet we would love going to a UW football game and dance afterward. And he would often tune into a game Saturday afternoon on the radio to hear as he was stamping.
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