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I

t was the summer of 1986.

I was 14 years old spending the summer with my family atCampMorris learning in the mesivta program while boarding at home. 

Perhaps it was a desire to transition from boyhood to manhood perhaps an itch to work with my hands perhaps — most probably — it was a desire for a new stereo player that motivated me. But when my older brother offered me the opportunity to work late Thursday nights at a local bakery I readily accepted.