When my friend Deidre was in town a few weeks ago, we walked though Central Park on one of her last days. While we were there I picked up an events calendar for the Park and saw they were going to have a Pumpkin Parade on the little lake at the north end of the Park. While there is of course ice skating, I think the calendar of events is going to get quite slim now that winter will be here soon. So I wanted to take advantage of this little bit of fall fun. Off I went on the train at around 4:30 to 110th Street. Only when I ran the Park a few weeks ago have I been that far north in the Park. It is actually much more serene because it is away from the touristy areas. It was quite a scene with little ones all dressed up, pumpkin carving demos and a little costume parade before the big pumpkin send off on the floats. Such a fun way to celebrate Fall.
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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