The findings of two of multiregionalism’s architec

The Shoe Box

The seeking marrige life

Mr. Schwartz stood all of five feet, four inches tall. By the age of 64 he had been married 42 years, had two daughters, and four grandchildren. He had been an industrial engineer (garbage collector) since he dropped out of high school to marry his childhood sweetheart who would soon be having their first child. I still remember the first day I met him. I commented on his “Members Only” jacket that had been all the rage in the ’70s.

“Oh, this old thing? You’d be surprised what people throw away. Sylvia, that’s my wife, just sewed up a torn pocket and bada bing, bada boom; good as new.”

The second thing I noticed was an old tan