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fuzzyjay
Fifty-odd years ago my father, who must have been engaged to my mother at the time, wrote to my mother's parents. I lived in New Haven for many years and passed the address he mailed this from many a time, without knowing he had lived there.
The letter was duly delivered to Zero Teague Street in Caribou, Maine, an address created and insisted upon by my grandparents, who made no small amount of trouble with the local postmaster to assure themselves of a locality of nonentity.
