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Jeb Stories


My father almost walked out from our Christmas 1997 get-together, at my sister's place in New York City, because she had a bottle of wine to serve with the meal.

  Jeb was on our minds and in our prayers. We knew he might be in Texas, since we'd heard from him around Thanksgiving from a roadside payphone near Austin, but we had no way to reach him.
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