17 June 2011

Photographic evidence

I was 29, in the fall of 1996, when I moved into the townhouse on Arroyo Seco Dr.

And I was 44 when I moved out in the summer of 2011.

Photographic evidence would seem to indicate that my grandmother (now 95) and my (then soon-to-be) wife were present on both occasions. Evidence also indicates that my haircuts and fashion sense have improved but a little if at all in the meantime.

On this obviously memorable occasion I am inclined to forego nostalgia and flowery talk about days-gone-by.

Suffice to say: it was a fine little house, generally filled with love and happiness, within which we truly became a Family. It was good to us in that it kept us warm and safe and dry, as all good houses should.

We hope the same will be true for its new inhabitants.