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Nostalgies: James and The Giant Peach
James, the giant peach, Bobby Crapser and me By Paul Acampora I HAD A LOT to be afraid of in the summer of 1975. I was 12-years-old. Watergate and Vietnam were still making headlines. The radio played nothing but Captain and ...
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