A sad, sad thing happened yesterday. The house on Coolidge Drive, where my family lived from 1967 until Mom moved in 2003, was destroyed by fire. Such a shock to see your childhood home crumpled, charred and broken. I've been going through old photo albums this month and sifting through pictures and childhood memories. It's hard to believe that the house where so many of those memories were made isn't there anymore.
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