Watching the news, an event happening at Warsaw Park in Ansonia makes me look up from the laptop at the mention of the name. It takes a few seconds to realize that I would never recognize it in the daytime as it’s being shown. It was where we went to make out after a date.
And another place, the other place in Derby, another park. Don’t laugh as I did when I remember the name: Coon Hollow.
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