Today, I went to visit a neighbor who recently had surgery. Many years ago,
I lived up the street from her; & I sometimes
drive up the hill to see my old house.

Today, when I arrived at her house, I looked up the street & saw this scene. You can’t see my old house, but the Mexican fan palms we planted have grown tall. The people who bought our house have taken good care of it, along with the yard.

My friend will be selling her house soon to downsize, so there will be no reason to
visit my old house. I do have many fond memories, though.