Today I go in search of my old house in Toledo. In this house our only Yankee was born, Randy, poor baby born above the Mason / Dixon line! When I was 3 years old we lived in Toledo and I had one memory that I had to verify. The porch and driveway. I remember sledding down the driveway and that's the extent of my memory.
Dad nor Mom could remember the address, so I sent pictures home. To my dismay I couldn't recognize the porch or driveway. The neighborhood was beautiful, I think it was called Beverly Hills. Anyway I checked that off of the list probably never to return.
Yep it still raining, but not to hard when I head off to upstate New York. On this day I would ride into the sunshine for the first time since leaving Texas! As happens so often I come around the corner to a beautiful, lush, green landscape. Jamestown, NY. I'm stopping right her for the night.
Wandering...
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