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When I was 20 and in college, my Dad came into town to take me and a few friends to lunch. As “planning ahead” was not yet part of my lexicon, I called a handful of people that morning, all of whom were free to join at noon. This—to put it lightly—blew his then-middle-aged mind. “You’re kidding me,” he said, “Everyone?” …
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