By Carol Ostrow It was Thanksgiving weekend in 1982. I was visiting my brother Philip for the holiday in the big city. Philly was much older, always treated me like someone he wanted to avoid. Never the less, as his baby sister, he introduced me to Opera, Ballet, Broadway and all the finer … Continue reading The Poetic Pandemic – Part 4
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