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At the Fire Watch Tower

There’s no telling when or why a memory returns, or you could say, arrives like a dream. Today my mind goes way back to 1977, the summer before I started college. My friend Todd Parker, from the cross country team, … Continue reading

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At the Hop

When he was ten years old, my son Colin came up with the idea of a Valentines party for his friends at school—girls and boys. Maura, always game for a party, helped him cut out handmade invitations in the shape of … Continue reading

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