915 Morgan

“The remembrance of a place is only like the finger pointing to the moon—it is not the moon!  Truly you cannot go home again!”
“It’s gone!” I counted the houses from the corner where Gary Lundquist lived. Next door the Rabbi’s house, then 3^rd 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