We made a visit to my boyhood home, the small town of Kent, Washington. It’s changed — it’s been commercialized and yuppified and embiggened beyond all recognition — but I thought everyone would appreciate seeing the shrines erected in my hometown to me.
Here’s my boyhood home on 2nd and Titus, where I lived for several years. As you can see, it’s now a nicely landscaped parking lot. For Holy Spirit Catholic Church.
I hope they had it exorcised before they invited the faithful to park there.
I also lived on the corner of Willis and Railroad Avenue, and this was where my grandmother (mentioned here) lived since the 1930s in a house my grandfather built. Now it’s the place to go in town if you have a flat tire.
Actually, the tire place is an improvement over what’s happened to several other of my fondly remembered childhood places — there are a surprising number of bulldozers and an impressive quantity of asphalt dedicated to eradicating the landmarks of my youth — it’s particularly irritating that it isn’t even intentional.