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"The man I knew, my dad, was not the one the public saw. Not the black and white image walking slowly across an MGM sound stage, cigarette in hand, speaking in a tight, clipped voice, introducing that week's episode; not the Angry Young Man of the Golden Age of TV; not the writing professor, the documentary narrator, or the commercial pitchman, and CERTAINLY not the dark and tortured soul some have suggested."



 


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