Summer Nights
Back in my teen years we lived in a small house near a western suburb of Rochester, NY. I didn’t realize how small the house was until I’d grown up and moved away. No, seriously. It wasn’t just the distorted memory of youth. By today’s standards, our house really was tiny. There was a tiny front hall, a tiny (really tiny) living room, a tiny dining room, a tiny kitchen, and three tiny bedrooms upstairs. And a huge bathroom. Interesting, that bathroom. [pic is my sister’s house – I don’t have one of my old home] I have fond memories of the good sized front porch. It was enclosed by screens all the way around. In the late days of summer, late-1960s, I would sleep on the porch. I remember feeling empowered by being...
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