Lawnparties, Sept. 20: On Prospect Avenue, all was well. Clothes were pastel. The sun shone bright and warm.
But as dusk drew its curtain on the end-of-summer blowout, one could just make out, on the horizon, something hazy, new, indistinct. Perhaps it was a flareup at a refinery down the turnpike. Maybe, though, it was Change.
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