I’ve got something to show you. A place I’ve been toodling by for years. May I present Miss 323 South 51st Avenue—diminutive and dreamy, as though a romantic English cottage had wandered from the Cotswolds, taken one wrong turn, and
Tag: home funeral
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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Miss Cassette, speaking to you from the Field Club Historic Neighborhood. I am told they used to hold magic shows, called Mystery Seances, at 3316 Center Street in the old days. The Field Club
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It was last May that my passion for 56th Street, on the fringe of the Country Club District, developed into an obsession. On special assignment, I had snuck to see if I could uncover the Archie Love summer home, just a side note, really, to
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You know very well by now that this detective agency has a staff of one. And this one likes to wander off. I pretend at times that there is a crabby clerk to whom I am tethered. Mr. Cross, the office clerk. His sole purpose would be to answer
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The first time I remember seeing Hanscom Park, I was sixteen. We arrived by car—many of us—having packed ourselves into Someone’s Mother’s Retired Old Boat, one of those enormous, gas-guzzling family cars that was handed down from kid to kid