Nostalgia

Can you have nostalgia about things you can't remember? Hmmmm, I'll have to think about that. Later. With a beer. But in the meanwhile, I wanted to share a few more photos from Denver before I switch back to dog stuff.

Here is a photo of our house from around 1956 or so... Jim was born in '53, and this kid looks about 3. Anyway, we moved from this house a few months after I was born, so I don't remember anything about it. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to drive by and see it during my recent trip to Denver.

Now, I guess I could have taken a better picture of it, but the neighborhood is a little sketchy, plus I was imagining what would happen if someone saw a stranger taking photos of their house. So I stayed in the car and shot it during a low speed drive by. I'm such a chicken. Anyway, here it is today (well, day before yesterday):

Look, it still has the same shutters on the windows. I'm trying to decide if the trees are 50 year old bushes, and I think so. When you see the house from straight on, they line up.

I still can't figure out why I feel a relationship to Denver, since I certainly don't remember it. Perhaps it is the stories, of a simpler time when we all had life's options available to us- when my parents were young and the country was celebrating post-war growth (still only 48 states back then).

And every time I visit Denver, I consider the possibility that I may move there some day. The mountains continue to call me as does the "outdoor" mentality of the residents.

Though I think I'd pick a different neighborhood.