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The day was a hot and cloudless, much like the many that had preceded and have followed it. I was sitting in my living room, reading, when a friend stopped by and suggested that we walk down to Lake Calhoun … Continue reading

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Requiem for old houses

This evening coming home brain so tired I can’t think I let my feet take me along past rows of old houses dressed for death in gray and faded yellow paint. The houses mourn. They mourn the street down which … Continue reading

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