Looking Back to Brookfield

“Poets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.” — Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time or Remembrance of Things Past [caption id="attachment_1290" align="aligncenter" width="620" caption="9037 Bartlett Avenue"][/caption] A childhood friend, John Buck, who grew up two streets over from me, sent this photo of ...

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