There are places I remember In my life … though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments … I miss my grandmother’s house sometimes. It’s interesting (to me, at least) because I’m not normally one to “miss” anything or anyone. People come, [...]
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I saw this sign on A1A in Daytona Beach while driving back from my grandmother’s wake. It’s the kind of thing she would have thought was pretty damn funny. I really can’t think of a better name for a “gentlemen’s club” on the ocean.
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Anna S. Albanese10/28/1920 – 05/04/2007 My grandmother passed away died this afternoon. I hate “passed away”. It’s so … passive. Nana was not a passive person. She was incredibly, astoundingly active. She’d been pretty limited for the last few years, but that’s not really how I’ll remember her. When I was in elementary school I [...]
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