Old House
Write about a neighborhood, the assignment said. At first I didn’t want to write about ours. It’s the suburbs, after all, that which confounds and conflicts me. So I considered Idle Hour in Lexington, where I lived from age 3 to 10. Or the High Line in Manhattan, neighborhood of the air.
After several false starts, I decided to go small, became a miniaturist, to look at our house, street and subdivision from a number of different angles.
Something like this:
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