It was a Saturday morning in the late 1950’s. We were hurrying through Egleston Station, trying to catch a bus to music lessons. My mom tripped over the cobblestones, got up — and gave my sister a slap of embarrassment. Decades later, we still laugh about it, my sister and I.
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