Good for Henry Allen, a great writer posting for a great magazine, with an artful piece on his grandparents.
"This chronicle may mean little to [the next generations]; history stops at your
grandparents. And when my sister and I die, along with a few cousins,
there will be no one to remember our 407, no one to honor its tutelary
deities, which is to say that there will be no 407 at all by our lights,
just an old house in an exhausted city in New Jersey."
It may mean little to those children now, but a grand piece like this is just what I was talking about ...
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