My 9th grade algebra teacher in either the 60s or 70s, before my time. He later became mayor. Died a few years ago.
Our rabbit, always good at sniffing out hay.
A few blocks from our apartment, the Jersey City fire department either testing out their hose or topping up the Hudson River. Picture taken coincidentally around the time of the '93 bombing.
We visited relatives there in 2002, in the middle of the worst snowstorm since the last one. I recall spending my first evening in the USA walking a huge Husky dog around the hamlet in deep, deep snow. The white picket fences and flags couldn't have been more American if they'd tried.
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