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Marty knew me before I knew him.  In 2003 a man walked over, gave me a hug while saying, “Hi Karen.”   I looked confused, because I was, and he said, “You are Bob’s wife, aren’t you.”  “Yes,” I said. “I’m Marty Ruberry.” I recognized the name immediately because my Bob had told me theContinue reading “Stories By Karen Throop”