"...home"

Not only can you go home again,…I did. Wandered my ‘Hood a few days ago. Click to view. It was a bit overcast, and cold, but still good to be out. I’ve lived many places, but I came home. I grew up on these streets. Every inch has personal history. Every City Town or Village is special. It’s the story of those living there.

The flowering tree  was planted by the Stein family in their lawn in 1944. Descendants still live there. There’s a Fire Station built in 1893 three blocks to the right down Albany. Then to the left on St. Johns Place….still there still saving lives. 

My parish church St. Matthews on left, and rectory on right. It was one of the first buildings in the City to be Solar powered. It was also where Father Bruno…yep Bruno. He gave us hell as kids for messing about during Mass. This about 300 years ago.

After a lifetime I closed my circle, and now live where I began.