It snowed all night that Christmas Eve. It snowed heroically, with some flakes so large they were like parachutists floating waywardly down. The snow continued hour after hour. I was in bed in my Soho loft, and I watched the snow through the windows as I finally fell asleep in that vast room.
Zito's is gone now. I can still smell and feel the simple Italian bread I would get a loaf of every time I went to the pork store down the street that is still there beckoning my gout
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Zito's is gone now. I can still smell and feel the simple Italian bread I would get a loaf of every time I went to the pork store down the street that is still there beckoning my gout