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Column: Volunteering
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A little more than five years ago, when “Father Time” revealed my 85th birthday had arrived, I wrote a reminiscence column about the changes I had witnessed over those years. One thing did not change, however. My time clock continued to click off each second, minute, hour, day, week, month and year of the “time” deposited into my “time” bank account.