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In 1963 I was nine years old and my mother, at the age of 47, was getting her Doctorate at the University of Wisconsin in the capital city of Madison (Go Badgers!). We were living on her fellowship of $3,000 (that’s per year, not per month). She had rented a little house in a typical suburban development that must have had about 200 little crackerboxes of the sort you learned to draw when you were…

