Thursday, February 23, 2017

An Uppercut I Remember Comments

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Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall,6'1." He was 48 and of medium height,5'8, " a fireplug who if provoked could whirl like a dervish if you can picture that.

He had been a prisoner of war in Ireland and then became a boxer in the United States after the English expelled him from Ireland around 1920.
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