You know, the ancestral manor was a block away from Alverno from, say, the Spiro T. Agnew yeers of the Nixon Administration 'til a couple/three years ago, my mom worked there, even, towards the end, and I never knew anybody who went there, at least not while they were going there. We used to see movies and take art and theater classes there as kids, use their library on occasion, even, but ... well, the one thing I never took advantage of was the fact that it must have its own bookstore. I could have been raiding the books, or at least picking up pens and my once favored graph notebooks there ...
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