Papito (my dad) in his teens, growing up in Milltown, New Brunswick, Canada. He later joined the US Army, was stationed in Alaska, and eventually ended up studying to be an Episcopal priest in Chelsea in Manhattan. He met my mom there, and they married in 1959. They lived for a brief, unhappy period in Baltimore (where I was born in 1960), but they eventually moved back to NYC, where they lived happily ever after. They may have been born outside of the United States, but they loved the US, and especially New York City. They were energetically in love with the city, and in spite of my pleas, never agreed to come live with me in Washington, DC. Now I'm the owner of the apartment they left in NYC, so I guess I'm a New Yorker again, after all these years.
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