At the Spalding Inn, this time my heart knew better than to do a sentimental leap when recalling happy childhood hours there. My imagination is a liar. I will never again trust my memories of youthful bliss. Still, since I know I went there a lot as a kid, I gave the dining room a small, slightly guilty smile, the way I do a person I’m supposed to recognize but don’t. There was a new […]
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