Where we lived on base at the time, all the houses were connected in groups of four units and we had a common parking area. There were only five families living on our street, with one directly across the parking lot from me and another right next door. Our next door neighbors shared a common walkway with us and the walkway leading from our respective front doors met at another common pathway leading to the parking area.
One January found me in an advanced state of pregnancy and hubby travelling away, as usual. The New England winter had just deposited no less than 8 inches of snow that morning while…
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