(It's been fifty years since I first read the Claudine books. Ah, the summer of 1967. Expo. Pre-university. Everybody kept on playing Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club band. That's also when Markham Village first opened up, with Memory Lane where my comic-obsessed sister regularly hung out. All those buildings are closed and shuttered now, and chain-link fences cut off the entire street, both sides.)
(It's been fifty years since I first read the Claudine books. Ah, the summer of 1967. Expo. Pre-university. Everybody kept on playing Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club band. That's also when Markham Village first opened up, with Memory Lane where my comic-obsessed sister regularly hung out. All those buildings are closed and shuttered now, and chain-link fences cut off the entire street, both sides.)
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Yanno, body, if you're going to keep me up to all hours emptying the contents of my digestive system, maybe you could register something more than…
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It turned dry and cool overnight after yesterday's muggy deluge and I figured I wouldn't get a better chance to go to the end of the street for my…
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A book came in unexpectedly at the library and since I no longer trust me on the bike *or* off it, I decided to walk over and see what happens. What…
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