One of the clearest memories of childhood that I still retain takes place on a night in winter, in a small town in New England. By a clear memory, i mean one in which i can still see all the details, as if the moment is a film loop playing over and over and i can choose to watch it anytime I please. There's not much too it. There is a big picture window in the living room of the house we rented, and it has no curtains. It never did. So the deep blackness of a snowy winter night fills the window, like a giant painting of nothing. It is very windy and i can hear the wind making noise. My father and mother are standing in the living room going through their coat pockets and some drawers in a dresser trying to come up with enough loose change to buy a pack of cigarettes. Cigarettes in the 1950s cost thirty cents a pack.
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