1: 1974
I came home from school one day to see the front sidewalk had cracked again, the damage probably done by a utility truck parking above the curb. Or something along those lines. That was what had broken the walk in the first place, before my father and I spent a weekend afternoon breaking the slab up further with a ten-pound sledge, then pouring n…
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