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Everett’s my stomping ground. I've wandered down Lowell Ave, where local bars pulse with energy and secrets. I can get lost in a conversation on the corner of Everett Ave and 28th, where the walls whisper stories of yesteryears and dreams. There’s a hidden courtyard off Water St. that only a few know—like your own secret lair. I keep coming back there when I need a breather, a reminder of the city's soul.

Robert Michael Everett Obituary February 15, 2025