Nice essay. You brought back vivid memories of time spent in your den when we were kids, and I loved the picture of your house on Balmoral. I remember your basement for club meetings and the PTA sponsored "social hygiene" (i.e., sex education) classes.
My first nine years were spent in a four-unit co-op on California Ave., where all of the porches except ours had been turned into bedrooms. I loved going out there to see the lighting storms while protected from the rain.
I've always been envious of an unused balcony! When we lived in Sicily, a fell in love with my in-laws "terrazza". Standing out and watching the Sea, staring up at the night sky. Hanging wet clothes on the line. I always thought it odd for someone to have one and not use it, ever.
Hi Daniel, thanks for being such a loyal reader and for your supportive comments. Tu amigo, David
Hi David,
Nice essay. You brought back vivid memories of time spent in your den when we were kids, and I loved the picture of your house on Balmoral. I remember your basement for club meetings and the PTA sponsored "social hygiene" (i.e., sex education) classes.
My first nine years were spent in a four-unit co-op on California Ave., where all of the porches except ours had been turned into bedrooms. I loved going out there to see the lighting storms while protected from the rain.
I remember outback porch-my Dad used to bbq.
I've always been envious of an unused balcony! When we lived in Sicily, a fell in love with my in-laws "terrazza". Standing out and watching the Sea, staring up at the night sky. Hanging wet clothes on the line. I always thought it odd for someone to have one and not use it, ever.
But perhaps I was also over romanticizing them.😂
Very interesting! I assume it's autobiographical. Very entertaining. 🙂