STRANGER THAN FICTION: NOTHING TO WRITE, GRANNY, I'M IN A RUT

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Saturday, March 2, 1996

My Grandmother Nieland writes from a Delaware retirement community about once a month to tell me about the Philadelphia Flyers -- yes, she's a hockey fan -- the made-to-order meals at Foulk Manor and her senile neighbors.

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