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In the early 1970s

I lived here at 252 E 89th St. long ago. It’s been over 50 years, and the white sandstone facade has changed to a uniform brickwork across three neighboring three entryways.

My landlord and I were at odds so frequently. We spoke so often that I felt like we had become fast friends.

My apartment on the first floor opened out to street noises via the a.c. sleeve.

The sudden sound of a voice seemingly in my home often surprised and disconcerted me.

My memory may be imperfect. I often doubt myself.

This is what I remember vividly. I am reminded every time I pass this way.

Red door

It’s a defiant distinction, a red door that greets visitors and passersby alike.

We had a red front door on the family home in the Berkshires. My coop chose bright red doors for its four entryways.

There is something distinctive and vibrant in the choice.