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Hanging a lantern on his “oldness.”

In the small world department, my big brother, if he’d finished at the Naval Academy, would have graduated in John McCain’s class. Instead, because his eyesight didn’t hold out, he joined the Marines. This one’s for him.

Open thread.

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