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Jan Mar restaurant

The guy who owned this venerable restaurant once, in junior high school, saved my ass from a bully (I was pathetic: wore glasses. was poor. read a lot.  couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag.).  I always appreciated that.  A few years ago, he said the bully guy had died a decade ago.  I was surprised that I didn’t have any reaction to that news.  Time and wounds and all that stuff…