May 7, 2023Liked by Cole Hersey

When I was about 5, my newly immigrant parents and I lived in a ground floor apartment whose dining room window looked out on our “lawn” - about 100 sq. feet of grass. As English-speaking would-be Americans (though with marked accents) we would often take a Sunday afternoon drive to fancier parts of town with single-family homes complete with

verandaed front porches looking at well trimmed lawns, looking to some sort

if possible future, I guess. I

remember coming home and

thinking, “we live in an apartment building, but we have a LAWN!! It was 1952.

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Thanks for sharing George! Yeah, cant get away from the class of it either huh

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