Wistful for Wolcott

Wistful for Wolcott: A spring view of the street
I get wistful for Wolcott when it gets to be spring.

When I was in grad school, my younger friend, Joan, lived in a two-flat in Roscoe Village.  The flat, on Wolcott Avenue, was unusual because it had a big side yard.  Joan basically had the whole place to herself, because the old woman who owned it and lived in the bottom flat, had gone to live with her daughter, leaving her things in place. More

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