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Memories

(random, unedited, stream of consciousness memories) The storeroom. Chipped white paint. Rotten wood siding. Pieces falling off, never fixed. Aged and worn. Sloped, red tin roof, connected to the brick house. Inside was stuff, both needed and not. The smell of concrete. Grab a ball to play. Grab a bike to...

When I was a boy I got my hair cut at Dapper Dan's. The barber shop was down the street from my house by the Trolley Stop Deli, the Firehouse, the dry cleaners, a bank, an old train station, and the video store where I rented movies for $2.11. It...