THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD

SERENDIPITY

Originally a chapter from my book. Abbreviated these days, but still (sort of) relevant.

I grew up in a semi-rural nook in the middle of Queens, New York. The city had surrounded us leaving a tiny enclave walking distance from the subway.

The house was more than a hundred years old. It had been changed by each family who had lived there, so much that I doubt the original builder would have recognized it. From its birth as a 4-room bungalow in the 1800s, by 1951 it had become a warren of hallways, staircases and odd rooms that could be hard to find.

It sat at the top of a hill amidst the last remaining fully-grown white oaks in New York, the rest having fallen to make masts for tall ships. The shadows of the oaks were always over the house. Beautiful, huge and a bit ominous. Some of the branches…

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The Days of the Missed

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Hey, is this really me?  Yes, yes it is.

What have I been up to this week?  Well, when I’m not relaxing–which isn’t much of the time–I’m either working or–here it comes–at practice.  And while work has been the same day in and out, a lot has happened at practice.  Monday was all cardio, all the time.  Tuesday was just Ida, Shannon, and me, and I had a bit of a meltdown due to having a shitty night, but I managed to do one lap from a standing start in 12.53 seconds, which means I checked off my 1/13, leaving only my 27/5 standing between me and a derby name.

Wednesday night was a lot of blocking drills with two and three people in a group, and for a large part of the evening there were four of us–Ashly, Sam, Unchanged Merrily, and me–doing tripod drills with a jammer, which…

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