When I was small, really small, really young, - three or four years old - and we still lived on 148th Street and Broadway in NYC, my family would spend summers in a dilapidated house called Potter Place, situated on a dirt road in Jamaica, Vermont.
What a wonderful piece of writing. You never used to talk much about your past, but then neither did I. I’m so happy that you’re doing this and that you’ve invited me. All the best.
Amazing, Robin , to discover this today. Great passions and political DNA melded into your genes. Can’t wait to read more.
What a wonderful piece of writing. You never used to talk much about your past, but then neither did I. I’m so happy that you’re doing this and that you’ve invited me. All the best.
Thanls, David. Another post coming soon!