Before my grandparents moved to Erie, Pennsylvania, they lived in Coraopolis. I was very young when they lived in that Pittsburgh suburb, not even out of elementary school, but I recall a few things about their place. The property, for one. Their house, a midcentury one-story brick, stood on a piece of land that swooped in the back, and at the bottom of the hill, my grandad’s vegetable garden sprawled to the right, and neat rows of raspberry bushes marched along the left. [Read more…] about My Introduction to Aesthetics