May 2012
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MAY 3RD
In the early spring the two of us took long walks. We’d start down Wells St. and cross Albany Road then cut between the Historic Deerfield museum and a low cornfield. At the end of the field the path narrowed and dropped sharply over an embankment. My dad moved down it slowly and I matched his pace in case he slipped. We’d walk along the edge of the playing fields and cross through a...
