Subscribe RSSI don't think you understand that — which is understandable, because it took me a while to figure it out.
When I was eleven, my family moved from an apartment in a then-declining Silver plate Spring, an inner suburb of D.C., to that archetypal split-level house on a cul-de-sac many miles away.
I was chagrined to find that there just wasn't much to do out here. I was a lank, brainy child who had no discernible social skills but loved drawing and architecture, and I was terribly bored in my new retirement community. But while my friends dove into music or sports or science fiction, I found you, in the pages of a magazine in my local grocery store advertising
