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1945 in Spring Arbor, Michigan, my father picked up the phone, and the line was busy. He said a few words, the line was free, and he made his call.

Mother asked how he got them to quit talking.

“Oh, I talked turkey to them.”

That afternoon I picked up the phone. Two people were discussing laundry. I spoke quietly into the receiver, “Turkey. Turkey.”

Sure enough. The line was free.

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