As I contemplate the prospect of a trip tomorrow to my near-native Minnesota and my reunion with six friends I’ve had since high school and with whom I’ve maintained, in some cases, almost daily contact, I have the process of autobiography on my mind, that is to say, the process whereby I tell myself the stories I tell myself about my own life, what it …
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