BY SUSAN ESTRICH Some of my fondest memories of childhood are of the Fourth of July. In Swampscott, MA, we used to have a parade of kids on bikes that went down Aspen Road and then around the corner to Forest Ave. and then up around Lexington Circle, our bikes decorated with red, white and blue crepe paper carefully slotted through the spokes of the wheels. Then, in the afternoon, we’d go down to Phillips […]
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