The Washington Post, March 10th, 1998
It was Monday morning. Feeling groggy, I stepped out the front door of our brick-front home into a fresh splash of cool air. I carefully jogged down the driveway to loosen stiff leg muscles and warm up sore joints. It was 36 hours after the phone call from the University Hospital in Charlottesville. An unknown man's voice had told us, with controlled urgency, that we should come to the emergency room immediately. My wife, the eldest of our two daughters and I, with the help of a neighbor, made the two-hour trip with that dread voice echoing through the beginning of our worst nightmare. We arri...
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