Ghosts, swings, and zoning

[This story also appears on Commonwealth Magazine:]

Hovering by the fairytale playground, by the pumpkin carriage and turreted castles, behind the swings, was a wall of murky glass, an abandoned factory. There were no other factories around my childhood park in Newtonville, just a pleasing selection of unique houses, arranged along sidewalks that led to a village center with a candy shop and train stop.

Back then, my favorite stories involved pumpkin carriages. Now I am more focused on…