Bill Harrison, z”l, has a place of his own
When my brother Bill Harrison and I were growing up in New Rochelle, New York, we shared a room. As you walked in, his bed was against the wall on the right, and mine was against the wall on the left. Bill, who was five years older than I am, grew tired of me crossing over to his side of the room where I would inspect his things, and sometimes play with his “grown-up” stuff. So he did what any big brother might do, he banned me from his side of the room. [Donald H. Harrison]
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