My dad moved me, my sister and my mom out to the East End of Long Island in 1955 when I was a teenager. The East End was very different back then, not only from what it is like today, but what it was like back then in Millburn, a middle-class suburb in New Jersey where I grew up in a nice house on a nice block in a nice neighborhood. World War II had just ended. Dwight Eisenhower was the president. Dad worked for a cosmetics company and went off…
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