True story… On the night my Daddy died, my doorbell rang for no apparent reason. I had spent the entire day in the hospital and had come home to get some rest and take care of a bit of Christmas business. I thought I’d head back to the hospital again early in the morning. But while I was getting ready for bed, the doorbell rang. I have a funky doorbell that doesn’t ring very well or very strongly. It’s one of those chimes that is supposed to have 5 or 6 notes in it. But I only get one or two anemic chimes…
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I spent the first 21 years of my life in the same house on Summer Street in Media, and the last 14 years in a cute Cape Cod in Wilmington. But in between I lived in nine homes in 14 years. My first stop was New Britain, Connecticut, where I went to graduate school at Central Connecticut State University. The apartment was a low-budget basement-level one-bedroom – serviceable and perfect for one. New Britain had tons of churches per capita – and the Greek Orthodox church was right across the street. It was also very much a Polish neighborhood. When I took…