The Ballad of East Broad (episode 10)
Last week I was driving down East Broad Street in my hometown. I’ve been this way countless times. But as I was driving down East Broad this time, I was suddenly hit with something. No, it wasn’t a car, or deer or a dive-bombing bird on a mission to dirty my windshield. I was hit with a strange wave of memories. It wasn’t really nostalgia. Just memories. As I passed through the 400 block and then the 500 block, pictures…