I was thinking about my old neighborhood tonight. Not "old" as in the last place we lived, but old as in when I was a kid. After my father died, my mother had to sell our farm in Penfield, New York, and we moved to a modest surburban house in Irondequoit. Actually, right here. Wow. There it is. Star marks the spot.
I lived there from age 6-16, my growing up period. Tonight I'm thinking about some of my friends in the neighborhood. My elementary school on Briarwood. Riding my bike up to the plaza on Titus Ave.
They're really close tonight, these remembrances. I wonder why.
