Tag: growing up
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Castaway
You’re never too old to cry for that which is lost The pieces of my life are woven together with the thinnest of thread. I don’t think there is anyone that even remembers Cambria Heights. Especially Cambria Heights. I have few living relatives, and I see them rarely, if at all. None of them would […]
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The Island
I remember old houses, weathered by wind and salt air and knocked sideways by hurricanes on their way to more newsworthy places. It was an island across the bay from Kennedy airport, surrounded by brackish water and interwoven by canals…fodder for tropical storms. It was populated by tough men and tougher women, union democrats with […]
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Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Jamaica Avenue is a long stretch of two and three story buildings, many with commercial enterprises on the first floor and living quarters on the second and sometimes third floors. It cuts clear across Queens from West to East, continues onto Long Island as Jericho Turnpike, and on the West end gets lost in a […]
Glenn Keller 