On a chilly February night in the Highlands Community Campus building, the wooden basketball court is illuminated by strands of warm white lights, paper lanterns are strung from the ceiling and a ...
As I follow the distant, brassy trill of a saxophone emanating from John F. Kennedy Drive, I take a deep breath, attempting to quell a feeling of mounting nervousness. It’s just before noon on a foggy ...
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