Sean C. Morgan
I don’t write columns much any more.
No particular reason. I guess, it just stopped amusing me as much as it used to a few years ago.
But I just passed a milestone on Dec. 1 that comes with an obligatory column.
Twenty years ago, as I climbed out of my dark red 1988 Ford Escort in front of 1313 Main St., Alex Paul leaned over to Debbie Paul as they walked…