Growing up on the North Side of Spokane, I lived in my grandmother's house. It's address, 928 East Nebraska. (It was close to the busy intersection of Nevada and Wellsley.)
It was a tiny 900 square ft place, but really nice in the 1970's. The street was filled with other post-war little houses, booming with little families in the 1940's.
My mom used to grow strawberries all around the perimeter of the house, allowing us to eat them whenever we saw fit. It was a good time, back when you could send your unaccompanied 6 yr old across the street to the corner store to buy smokes for ma.
Dawna and I lived there again around 2002-2003. Nebraska was a far busier street by then, and we were constantly awoken in the middle of the night by incessant "boom-boom-boom" subwoofers in banger's cars. We'd just had our son, and we had filled that house to the very top with my computer, baby stuff, and assorted junk.
The little stand alone garage was filled to the brim, and the back deck barely supported my weight. Years of rain, snow, thaw and freeze had about done it in. I applied water sealer on the thing about 5 times that I can remember, though there's no beating mother nature.
Today, the whole place is decayed quite a bit, which makes me a little sad. The bushes are overgrown, the aluminum siding bent, the fences twisted, the garage leaning sadly.
Things rot, that much is certain.
Now who's birthday was it again? C'mon kids, let's sing a song! It's almost cake time!
- Daniel
