I lived there from ages 4 to 7, which spans 1966 to 1969.  At that time, Fall River about forty years past its textiles manufacturing peak, as southern competition had deindustrialized the city.  My father was invited to run the Chamber of Commerce there, with the hope that he could help revitalize things, and so the family moved.

I recall liking New England, and preferring it to my earlier Hudson County, NJ environs.  All of a sudden we had a large yard and things felt nicer.  The neighbors were chattier and less surly.  The dog (Zero) could run around the neighborhood free, which I found both astonishing and good.  I did not understand that the city had fantastic architecture.  My father complained about it being provincial.

Whenever we would drive back and forth from NJ to Fall River, my sister and I would see a building in Providence, RI and

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