(SASHA)
Before we moved to our current residence, my father lived on a corner block in the West Side, in a gardened, four-story luxury mansion. It's actually a landmark in the city, built in the early nineteen hundreds by a wealthy tobacco merchant.
When he bought it, it was falling apart. But over the years, My Father had it restored in painstaking, loving detail, including the reason he bought it in the first place: the secret passageway from the cellar that originally led down to the river.
The reconstructed passageway only extends as far as the other end of the block.
