How could I not love my grandparents’ house? Located within the Central Park perimeter of our small town, it served as the only residence surrounding the plaza. Nestled next to the fire station on one side and a grocery store on the other, this was the portion of town “where everybody knows your name.” I would spend afternoons as a young boy talking to the firemen, pretending to drive the truck and climbing the ladders. Or “helping” at the grocery store by weighing beans and coffee while helping the ladies with their umbrellas. Or maybe hanging out with the help […]
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- 1 Jul 2026
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