My love affair with America began when I was 15, although I was primed at a far, far younger age. At two or three years old, I used to sit in a box and make believe I was in a boat on my way to see my Auntie Pole.
Auntie Pole was, in fact, Aunty Pearl, my dad’s sister. She married an American GI stationed in England, and went b…
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