• Back To “The Good Old Days”?

    I am old enough to remember the “good old days” — before Roe v. Wade. It was not a pretty picture. I had a friend, let’s call her Henrietta. Henrietta was 17 years-old, a senior in high school, and had a boyfriend, let’s call him Fred, who was 21 and worked in construction. Fred and

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