The Front Stoop

My aunt went through old pictures this week and sent me this one of my brother and I with our grandparents, sitting on their front stoop in the Bronx.

Their house smelled like cigarette smoke and my grandmother's perfume.  I was twelve in this photo, my brother was eleven.  And I remember that one-piece romper I was wearing like it was yesterday.

I miss these days.  And I hope my memory of them doesn't fade too soon.

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2024: The End Of The Road
2023: Sorry, no post on this day.
2022: Sorry, no post on this day.
2021: Sorry, no post on this day.
2020: Sorry, no post on this day.
2019: Slovakian Scenes
2018: New Jersey Wonderland
2017: A Resting View
2016: Harmoniously Incorporated
2015: Buy Sandwiches
2014: A Room With A View
2013: Is The Coast Clear Yet?
2012: Why So Angry, Birds?
2011: One Hand In The Air For The Empire State
2010: Hitching A Ride From The Frying Pan Into The Fire
2009: Don’t Look At Me Like That. No, Really. Don’t. You’re Making Me Melt.
2008: A Mid-Winter Pick Me Up
2007: I Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You
2006: How To Get Rid Of Your Girlfriend
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!