tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post2647907437941061087..comments2024-03-25T07:17:42.807-04:00Comments on Doing Hard Time in Shaker Heights: The morning I rebuilt wooden windowsThe Cool Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-58079156886269612272009-09-12T16:39:19.411-04:002009-09-12T16:39:19.411-04:00It was a strange day. I was in the city, but far u...It was a strange day. I was in the city, but far uptown...<br /><br />I grew up with those old windows. I remember how you would open or close them, and distant sounding thumps would echo as the weights swung back and forth hitting the frame.Mr. Bluehaunthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07314085775235600685noreply@blogger.com