The kids in the Woods

This weekend we saw many well-wishers, including the parents of an old friend from up the street. We chatted and they pointed out how wonderful it was to grow up there. Quite right. Ours was a great childhood, just a tic or two short of Huck Finn.

Here's the view off the back deck:

Those woods are dry in the winter but a swamp in the summer. You're damn right we played there all times of year, regardless of conditions. The yard in the foreground was the field for countless football games. 

Pan right and this is one's view:

Heh: the view out Jake Bloom's window. That's Patricia Wallace's bedroom window, top right; the focus of many of our teenaged hopes and dreams, eventually realized in print form: