Hunting Blind - Literary Heist
Growing up on the east side, Cleveland, Ohio. My father, Abe, first spied my mother, Olive, through his second floor window at the Majestic Hotel. She was waiting on the corner of Central Avenue and East 55th Street for the CTS streetcar. It was a sunny summer day. My mother did pantry work and was on her way home.
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