Good Old Days Magazine

A Middletown Winter, 1965

When I was a boy, the head of my bed abutted the window wall of my room. Lying on my stomach, I had a great view of the backyard and could easily reach the window with my outstretched arm.

I watched the weather from my spot on the bed; snowstorms were my favorite. Middletown straddled a line between warm coastal air and colder air dropping down from the north. Being a kid,

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