Perhaps people will find it amusing, but the first recollection of my grandparents wasn’t a connection by sight; it was by the nose. I remember the smell of soot. Burning coal used to heat the house was the culprit. Although the apartment my parents lived in – on 133rd Street in East Cleveland – was also heated … Continue reading Smells of Little Italy
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