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It began in the summer of 1974, when I was supposed to move from Chicago to Yale. No fool, I spent that summer in Washington, D.C., working on the impeachment. It was Irene who was in New Haven, unloading the crates, trying to convince the kids of the wonders of New Haven by discovering a new pizza restaurant each night, and living in the Covers' third-floor apartment in Davenport College until our house was ready. Bob was teaching at Georgetown that summer, and one evening I took a break from my work to meet the Covers for ice cream and a walk. Diane was with us and graciously feigned some interest in the conversation. Leah was not yet born, but Avi was there in his stroller. He made no pretense. He fell asleep the moment Bob and I started talking about what must have seemed the most boring of all subjects: procedure.
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