Looking for the Past in all the Wrong Places
When in Search of a Piece of Your Past, You Never Know What You Will Find. When I returned to New York for my high school reunion, Scott and I walked down Main Street in Tarrytown soaking up memories and markers of my youth and family. “Where is my dad’s hardware store?” I walked up … Continue reading Looking for the Past in all the Wrong Places
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