For the second time in my life, my father decided the family had to move. And for the second time the upheaval was very sudden. He had finally tired of spending months on end at sea and took a job as a Vice President with a large shipping company.
His salary was good, so he wanted to move us all out to the suburbs, upgrading from a Queens apartment to a Long Island house. As ever, the decision was quickly backed up with action and the moving trucks were rolling down the road within days. Continue Reading »
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