When you grow up in a big city, as I did until I was ten, you have no sense of what it is to have a back yard. Until I was ten, my family and I lived in an apartment in Chicago. Actually, that railroad apartment (as they were called then because they were long and narrow,) was larger than some people’s homes. Any way, when we moved out of the city and to a suburb, we got a yard with the house. The previous owners had

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