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From the President:My father ran away from home at 17 and joined the Army. He'd grown up on a farm in Three Oaks, Michigan with a younger brother, Richard, mother, an ultra-stern father, and a grandmother. Three Oaks was a small rural town where men hunted and wore Elmer Fudd-looking hats. Both my dad and uncle were handsome young men. My father, Carl, got his blonde looks from his father, and uncle Richard got his dark looks from his mother. My dad didn’t get along well with his dad at …