My Front Porch Has Changed, but Its Importance Hasn’tGrowing up, I couldn’t imagine the sun beating down more intensely anywhere else in the world than it did during those summers on Long Island. After an hour playing baseball in the street and shouting “CAR!” every 10 minutes, I would retreat to a folding chair on my front porch. The porch wasn’t grand.
Dorothy Bendel
Aug 30, 2016