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Alone but not lonesome, a child shoots hoops under a full and cloudless moon. An old utility pole supports a plywood backboard covered by a repurposed piece of aluminum siding. The ball makes a painful percussive sound every time it hits the board.

 

     Come sit on the stoop a while. We’re still here, telling stories, sharing our thoughts,
ready to show you some pictures, too. Don’t worry, New York isn’t a ghost town yet!
     There’s a longish rolling story about a woman bouncing from urban to rural America.
     There are some articles about sundry things, plenty of good pictures and a little poetry (not too much, honest). It’s mostly about New York, that’s where we live.
                                                                              We’re home, come in!