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Hello, Ghost Family.

Welcome to Family Ghosts.

I've been going through some old files recently, and the other day I came across this little

piece that I wrote to accompany a photo essay that my mom published in the Washington

post about 15 years ago.

The title of the photo essay was Neighborhood Watch, and the essay featured portraits of

me and my brother and a bunch of other kids from the neighborhood we grew up in.

For each of us there were two portraits, each taken by my mom.

The first portrait was from 1988, and the second from 2008, 20 years later.

And when the photo essay originally appeared in the pages of the Washington Post magazine,

my mom asked if I would write a brief introduction, which is what I found.

It goes like this.

I am standing on West Masonic View Avenue, on a mild autumn afternoon, surveying the

smattering of brown leaves scattered across the lawn that separates the Wilson's house

from the Stucco house where the mean lady lives.

The breeze shifts suddenly, and the leaves begin to trickle towards me.

I feel the wind blowing my pant legs hard against my shins, and I look down towards Commonwealth

Avenue and see a wind tunnel approaching.

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