Dear Voice from 1952,
It was wholly a pleasure and much more to get your letter recalling an incident in that other country known as the past.
After reading a Labor Day column about my father, who by the time you encountered him was no longer a shoemaker but selling furniture out of the same little shop in Shreveport, La., you related your own story about him.
I've now read it over and over again, and I can picture him every time. You can imagine how your remembrance of him makes a son feel after all these years. Your letter...