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Norman Learsits in his Vermont vacation home on his 99th birthday, surrounded by friends and family.
His daughter hands him another gift box, this one wrapped in peach.
Open it, Dad, she urges.
Lear fumbles with the bow and peers inside.
His face drops almost imperceptibly.
Oh, he says.
Its a reboot of one of my classic series.I have afewofthese already,he thinks.Should I send it back?
No.He clears his throat, he smiles.
What a nice gesture.
Theres gotta be another way of doing this.
Happy belated, Norman Lear.
