In which I return to the Hudson Library & Historical Society where I learned to read, under the auspices of The Learned Owl bookstore, whose shelves once held books by both of my parents—and now, by me, too.
My parents had differing relationships the town they raised me in, and I guess I did too.
With readings from their books and mine, I tried to get a lot across to a packed room on a rainy Tuesday night last week in Hudson, Ohio.
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