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Every New Year's, the whole "gang" from college would come to Holland and to be with Alvin and all the Chmielewskis. Each year since he was born, I would see Nicky grow. At first, everyone struggled to discover who he was and how he percieved the world. I remember how he enjoyed being thrown in the air and spun around in his father's arms as a baby. He was never afraid of the world around him. Then, he found his music, and his voice. He would play his keyboard all New Year's Eve. He would...
Mary Serbe
June 09, 2005 | Jersey City, NJ


