The Chains of Immigration I emigrated; it was a bit of an adjustment. In 1957, my father was offered a job in California, so we crossed the U.S., on Route 66, in July in that '51 Chevy without air conditioning. I marveled at the prairies, the majestic Gr… https://t.co/x00QAKANCz
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