The Springsteen Chronicles A few weeks after I turned twelve and graduated from grade school, my family moved from Inwood, in Manhattan, to Closter, New Jersey, the hub of the Northern Valley. Formerly a semi-rural truck farm community, most of my friends lived in the post-World War II ranch house and split-level developments that covered the eastern side of town. My family lived in the older section, walkable to the small downtown. A new shopping mall boasted a supermarket, a Grandway, a movie theater and a pizzeria. I called it,
I come from Jersey as well. Paul Simons lyrics- My Little Town: hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze. When ever it rains there's a rainbow but all of the colors are black, it's not that the colors not there it's just imagination they lack, everything's the same back in My Little Town. Registers with me.
New Jersey!
I come from Jersey as well. Paul Simons lyrics- My Little Town: hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze. When ever it rains there's a rainbow but all of the colors are black, it's not that the colors not there it's just imagination they lack, everything's the same back in My Little Town. Registers with me.
Happy 70th, Jessica! I love the connection between you and Springsteen. Joyce
More words than I ever write.