There's a little red lighthouse in Manhattan hidden way up in Inwood by the George Washington Bridge. I fell in love with it last summer after jogging there one blistering afternoon. (See Stupid Run 2006) Anyways, the lighthouse has become a legend of sorts partly because of this 1942 children's book. Today I finally got the chance to read it at the SLC Public Library. (Hey, I gotta stay literate somehow. Even if it's kid's books.)
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