Glean Times

At the earliest possible age my brothers and I were inducted into the Clean Plate Club. My compassionate mother would admonish us to remember the starving children in Biafra. My stern father would tell us about his narrow escape into the Carpathian Mountains in the harsh Yugoslavian winter of 1944, where he and his mother nearly starved. Read the column

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