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At least one Sunday a month when there wasn’t enough wind to sail, my sister and I would spend the morning trailing my father through a maze of flea market vendors at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena. It was the mid- to late-’70s, and we were 7 and 10-ish years old and thrilled to spend as much time alone with our father—and away from our stepmother—as possible. My dad was a television director who had gotten his start as an art director, and set design was his first and most enduring love. As such, we…
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