Thursday, October 15, 2015

You can go home again.

After attending Erik's wedding this past weekend in Ridgewood, New Jersey, I spent the night on Staten Island, where I spent my boyhood.  The Holiday Inn where I stayed was horrible, check out the view from the window.

Sunday morning I got up and went to the old hood in Westerleigh.  The house I lived in from 1963 to 1973 was there, in all its grandeur.

Later I went to the old homestead in Stapleton, where we lived from 1958 to 1963.  It was a pretty fine house in its own write.

That part of Staten Island is quite hilly and close to the water.  Check out the view from the top of the hill behind where I lived.

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