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It was a hot, humid summer night in 1970. Teddy Matier was walking through the downtown on his way to the Sydenham Street boarding house where he had a room. The beloved “oldtimer,” who was both developmentally — and physically — challenged, had spent yet another evening racking billiard balls, sweeping floors, emptying butt cans […]

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