Time Flies By
Howard Appell, Publisher
I remember going to La Guardia Airport in New York on a hot summer day in the late eighties carrying my crying five year old son up to our departure gate and trying to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be OK. He was too young to realize that his parents had made the decision to move to Florida and start their life over in a new land. He only knew he would miss his friends and family.
When we arrived in Boca Raton, Glades Rd. was the main east west street as it is today except it looked a whole lot different than it does today. Near the Turnpike entrance across from the Jewelry Exchange there was a dirt road with a Peanuts convenience store where the Holiday in is now. I've see many changes in So. Florida over the years.
We enrolled my son in school and got on with our lives. As the years progressed my son, Evan, ...........
