5 comments on “The Ice House

  1. Brings back a lot of memories. I grew up in a blue collar Irish Italian neighborhood north of Boston. Reminds me of lifting bottles of dandelion wine and stealing grapes from Mr Buzotta, rummaging through abandoned houses (haunted of course), and getting deathly ill from smoking Camels taken from my fathers pack down in the weeds next to the Aberjona River. Thanks for sharing. Thoroughly enjoyed.

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  2. This s something you are toying with? Well, I can tell you that i would read more…your style draws the reader in and although i had no memories of such time for you to evoke you stlll brought me there,

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