“…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”
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Category: small town life
on the side streets
Woodstock, Vermont
Roger, originally from Brooklyn, NY, was stranded in Woodstock when his car broke down fifty years ago. He never left.
Roger lives with his dog, Pepe
and is one mean pickleball player.
prediction
The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible
It was going to be a harsh winter
sunday drive..
is that still a thing?
a neighborhood story
secret gardens and satellite dishes
“I always wanna sit down with my mom and talk bout old neighborhood stories.”
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Licht Years 