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The Lopez stone diaries

On a typical spring Sunday in 1997, clean-up was in full gear on my Oak Park block. Neighbors were raking lawns, pushed brooms across driveways, shoveling, troweling, pruning. A lawn mower whirred in the distance. Stuffed yard-waste bags, bundled twigs and brush, and the occasional odd relic piled up on the parkway.