It’s happened. The house I grew up in is no longer. I’m not referring to its being sold. I mean that it no longer physically exists. Poof. Kapoot. Swung at by the yellow, heavy-duty construction machine known as an excavator, my decades-old domicile was knocked to its knees and then ignominiously broken apart and trucked …
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