We took the boys to an East Village bar last weekend to watch my brother’s band. The fifteen year was sceptical of the oldies singing the Clash and Joan Jett. The twelve year old perched on a stool dead center in audience and loved every minute. Then we all went to a hipster joint down the street for micobrews and fancy burgers. It was a few feet from a favorite bar in the early 90’s.
Apt. 11d 
You done good. Lucky boys!
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