New York, 1971
The city that never sleeps.
A city which wasn't like Boston.
There was a time in which my parents were too conservative; too enamored in their own thoughts, and feelings; too wary of the McCarthyism of the last two decades. The gritty city became a well-heeled show where the ghosts of the assassinated President John F. Kennedy on November 22, 1963, in Dallas, created a sense of darkness which prevailed into the Land of the Free.
And then the Stonewall raid in 1969 changed America, and everyone protested until the gay and lesbian communities rebelled.
By 1971, the beginning of the story has begun.
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