...of the house that we lived in from 1977-79. We parked and knocked on the door. The family living there welcomed us in for a look around. Very kind of them!
It's funny that we relate to places we used to live as old friends. I remember my dad's Mustang parked out front of the house. I had night terrors when I was a kid and when I couldn't sleep he'd drive me around the neighborhood.
