The soundtrack was a mixture of cars traveling down Narragansett and Fullerton, the few birds who decided to make the cold day spring in more than name and a Spanish-language sermon hollered into and and echoing from a loudspeaker through the park from a congregation that decided to celebrate Palm Sunday al fresco. » Read the rest of this entry «
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