The dusty little strip of brick buildings, on the north end, were all occupied with businesses. A barbershop that looked frozen in the 1960s, an edible arrangement place, a cobbler.
It wasn’t a strip mall per se, the building predated that American retail phenomenon.
A small Polish flag fluttered from the last storefront on the right, a seamstress.
“How mu…
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