Remembering Berlin’s Resi bar

In 1961, I was 12 years old living with my family in Wiesbaden Germany. My dad was an Air Force officer assigned to USAFE. One summer we took a vacation to Berlin, where I had a chance to see the Berlin wall and to peek over it at the prison that was Communist East...

“Lady, what you are doing, or not doing, right now can affect how that child will turn out, years from now. You brought him into this world. The least you can do is pay some attention to him.”

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