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What do former Holy Family basektball coach John O'Connor and 13-year-old Nadin Khoury have in common?

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Heron's Nest: Phil Heron has been editor of the Delaware County Daily Times and Delcotimes.com since 1999 and worked in the newspaper racket since 1978. He uses this site to turn back the curtain a bit on the great mystery involved in creating a newspaper and website every day, and his other general thoughts on life and the news.

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