Nick

 Nick* 

On August 11, 1937 - or so goes the story - the day Edith Wharton died in Paris, my father, age four, found between the grass and the sidewalk in front of his house on Mundy Street in Watertown, New York, a buffalo nickel. It was raining - again, according to the story - and . . .

02.15.20

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 * or, connecting the dots off the page.