Want to live in my dad's childhood home?
This came up because a Prince George’s County (Md.) teacher I’ve been in touch with grew up a few miles away, so I decided to see what the neighborhood looks like via Google Maps’ Street View (on a creepy note: the Google camera caught a current resident peeking out the front door). I haven’t been there since my grandfather moved to Ohio—I think that was the early 1990′s.
One awesome thing that this reminded me of was a story I have a reason to tell maybe only once every five years—the time I was in a storm drain. I was at my grandparents’ and was playing, I think, with some kids in the neighborhood. A ball or a frisbee or something went into the storm drain, and I was the only one small and stupid enough to go get it. And here’s the exact drain!
