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Why do these things happen?
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I’m 64 years old, and I’m no closer to figuring out life’s why-things-happen-the-way-they-do mystery than I was when I was a teenage pup. They buried my friend Dwight Dana last week over in Darlington. His century-old Victorian house caught fire in the early morning hours the previous Sunday.