Letters from the Old Hyde Place I’ve thought a lot about how to tell this story, even about why to tell it. And as I tell it, it always seems to unfold in slow motion. Looking back, I was just too young to remember what took place. Yet I do remember, or I have animated…
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Letters From the Old Hyde Place Somewhere along the line when I was eight or nine, a dog came into my life…and never left. I have no memory of my age or the circumstances when he came to the Old Hyde Place, but Prince became my constant companion around the farm. He was a Collie…
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Letters From the Old Hyde Place Maybe it’s the times we live in where tensions and uncertainties create a presence so fragile, so unstable, that I keep finding myself wanting to look back at places and people who brought assurance and strength to daily life. That’s what the Old Hyde Place is for me. It…
