“It’s gone!” I counted the houses from the corner where Gary Lundquist lived. Next door the Rabbi’s house, then 3rd from the corner, and finally 915 Morgan. But there’s a single family house there. “Oh, the little embankment is still there.” I used to ski down it. I can’t picture the rest of the place where I spent most of my childhood. The vacant lot to the left of the old 4-plex is now a yard.
Below: Me and Gary Lundquist
Below: Me and my Mom