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Lunch with Margaret Levin and her year old son, Art, today.\u00a0Art spent the lunch talking in his way, waiting politely for us to say something, then adding his own thoughts. Of course, his thoughts came out in a language too advanced for adults to understand and I could the occasional wave of frustration cross his brow as he explained and explained.<\/p>\n
When not conversing, he engaged the perennial favorite activity of children who can now move, find the electrical outlet. He was very happy to discover a power strip not far from our booth. So happy that when returned to the booth and set down, he promptly found it again.<\/p>\n
Margaret’s a working mom, directing the Northstar Chapter of the Sierra Club. She’s a friend and I count myself lucky to know her.<\/p>\n
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