home memories
When I was in high school, my boyfriend and I decorated the newspaper office by hand — he was editor in chief, I was executive editor. We papered the walls with his impressive collection of famous newspaper pages. The office was not huge, but we covered every wall and shellac’d over it all. This was…
Read MoreLabor Day musings. Once, on a trip to Chicago, I was driving west on the Kennedy to I-90, and passing by the outskirts of the suburban towns where I grew up. We had lived in Oak Park and moved west successively, so much that the towns created a line of dots on the tollway, like…
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