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This is Thirty – Huyler’s for a Soda

In August of 1943, my great-grandmother went to see  “Deanna Durbin” in Her’s to Hold.” (It was very good, she said, if you were wondering). Then she walked up Tremont Street to meet what I can only assume is her mother (called Nannie) and had a soda at...

This is Thirty – A Year Later

Last summer, my cousin Brian was here with a friend for a wedding so we planned to meet. I biked into the center for dinner with Stitch, and we ate at one of the restaurants I recently put on my article for TimeOut on restaurants in Florence (just if you ever needed...

This is Thirty – Will She Remember?

Tonight I took Luna to the park and we walked in the shadows away from the lamps, away from the friends having picnics on the grass, away from the couples snuggling on the benches, away from the kids kicking the soccer ball around on the gravel. The family was sitting...