| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - In 1936 my father was a 27-year-old lawyer working for the State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations. (Yeah, I could assure myself as a kid that if our state with its saltwater coastline, hilly woods, and a few smallish cities tossed in for good measure was dinky, at least it had the longest official name of any state.) With a fellow young lawyer he was tapped to represent the state at a na
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