The name is Joe: a typical American name carried around for 50 years by an atypical American male. My parents still to this day tell me the story of how they both arrived on Ellis Island in the same year, 1940. My mother arrived in May and my father arrived in July. The way they tell their fateful story, it seems that they were on the same boat with adjoining cabins. My mother was four at the time and my father six, both old enough to remember the trip, but not quite old enough to remember all the details.
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