Greek-American Stories: Just Water Under the Bridge

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My Papou’s car carried quite a few people. I remember him cranking the car in the front, getting red in the face until the engine started up. My yiayia, Aunt Rose, my brother, Nicky and my parents all piled up inside as we traveled over bumpy roads that led under the George Washington Bridge where we parked, haphazardly.

Then, yiayia set up our picnic that lasted until almost sundown. Yiayia prepared a pot with water, started a fire on a bed …

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