The old neighborhood
Got an oil change in my old home town of Arcata yesterday, and while they worked on my car, I took the opportunity to go for a little walk around the neighborhood where I had my first apartment 32 years ago. I was pleased to see that almost nothing had changed. A grand total of one new building had been built since I lived there, and only one torn down, so it wasn't difficult at all for me to imagine I was back in 1985 again. The only sight that jolted me into the present was seeing a 1870s Victorian that was newly-restored when I lived nearby which is now covered in peeled old paint and patches of thick green moss. Yikes. Made me feel a little moss-covered, myself.
However, my old apartment building (actually a converted 19th century carriage house), still looks exactly the same now as it did all those years ago. Even my former landlord's red 1967 VW beetle was parked in the same spot it used to be (obviously Monty still owns the place today).
754 5th St., Arcata, as it was in summer, 1985. My apartment was at upper left, and my Toyota truck out front.
Anyway, I had lunch at the local burger bar, where I treated myself to my usual de-luxe hamburger, and only my second order of french fries this year. Yum! Didn't have room left for my traditional chocolate malt, though. Oh well, maybe next time. If there is a next time. I've now reached that stage in life where there may not be a 'next time' for anything that's out of my daily routine. Which is exactly why I appreciate little trips down memory lane like the one I got to enjoy yesterday. :)
However, my old apartment building (actually a converted 19th century carriage house), still looks exactly the same now as it did all those years ago. Even my former landlord's red 1967 VW beetle was parked in the same spot it used to be (obviously Monty still owns the place today).
754 5th St., Arcata, as it was in summer, 1985. My apartment was at upper left, and my Toyota truck out front.
Anyway, I had lunch at the local burger bar, where I treated myself to my usual de-luxe hamburger, and only my second order of french fries this year. Yum! Didn't have room left for my traditional chocolate malt, though. Oh well, maybe next time. If there is a next time. I've now reached that stage in life where there may not be a 'next time' for anything that's out of my daily routine. Which is exactly why I appreciate little trips down memory lane like the one I got to enjoy yesterday. :)