Farewell to Joseph R. Biden Jr.: A Quiet Goodbye to a Towering Figure In Wilmington, Delaware, the dawn broke quietly — almost too quietly. The hum of black sedans rolled through the still streets, their tinted windows concealing the faces inside. By midmorning, whispers had turned to certainty: Joseph R. Biden Jr. was gone….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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