I ease my car onto the 299 exit from I-5, my window rolled down as I feel the constant blast of the cold spring air against my face. Turning right off of Hood ave, I see the old tree lined streets of my childhood. Old Victorians, recently spruced up – I recall the old blackberries that filled the vacant lots and backyards of the old homes, their faded paint curling off the weathered siding.
I follow the power lines - Right. Left. Through the underpass, then by the old Cedarwood school. Children are playing in the school yard, their parents will soon be by to pick them up. I ease the car a few houses down and park. There it is. An old 1908 Foursquare, just as I had remembered it.