Guess I'm feeling nostalgic today.
This was our second home in Detroit but I was too young to remember the first one. This was a nice home at the time. Most of the streets in Detroit were lined with elm trees. They're all dead and gone now what with dutch elm disease doing them in. The shrubs of course weren't overgrown, the driveway led to a detached one car garage that is now evidently gone. Played my first game of I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours with the daughter of a friend of my mothers in that garage.
We walked a few blocks to school year round, the Dentist was on the corner and as a kid I walked there myself for my appointments. On the opposite corner was the drugstore with penny candy. My how things have changed.
My parents had this home built and we moved into it the year Kennedy was shot. This is where I spend the rest of my years. I graduated from HS while living in this house and then moved out on my own. We rode our bikes all over the damned place when we lived here. In the summer we'd take off and come home for lunch if we were hungry or dinner if we could wait until later. We entertained ourselves and it was never given a second thought if we were gone all day long. We had an above ground pool in the backyard which of course is history and the fence at that time was a wooden privacy fence. The house was sided in red siding which they at first had mistakenly had put on the neighbor's house to the right. The neighbor didn't want the red so they tore in off and put it on our house. That must have been quite the ordeal. I still remember the stories of everything that went wrong while that house was being built.
Took the bus to school until I was old enough to drive. My first set of wheels was a motorcycle that I sold to buy a car when the weather got cold. I had a paper route at 12 and earned enough to buy that first bike and the car. At sixteen, I pumped gas at a gas station and greatly increased my income which meant a better car of course.