The Telescope in the Basement or I Want My Alice Cooper Back
Whether you live near or far from the home where you grew up, there comes a time when you go down into the old family basement to haul remnants of your past to the dumpster. That time came for me on my most recent visit to New Jersey when my brother and I and some hired arms hauled several decades worth of half-buried memories up from the basement of the house where we grew up. Emptying a basement is often associated with mourning or natural disaster, but in this case our reason for… Read more



