SifuPhil
R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
- Location
- Pennsylvania, USA
Being in a mood to waste time today I fired up Google Maps and looked around my old stomping grounds.
What a trip!

Everything seems smaller than it did when I was a kid - the sidewalks are narrower, the hills flatter and, surprisingly, more trees are in evidence than I remember.
I looked at my old house, and the bare rock wall in the front of our property - the one that was about 12' high but seemed like Mt. Everest as a kid - is now completely covered in some kind of crawling ivy. The Japanese maple is still in the front yard, at least.
The park that was totally paved and that we injured ourselves playing on is now a semi-wooded-and-sodded picture of tranquility.
My grandparent's / aunt's / uncle's house looks totally different - someone tore down the garage, closed off the side door and covered the whole shebang in cheap vinyl siding, whereas in my youth it was covered in cheap asphalt shingles.
The old candy-and-soda store we used to spend our nickles in is now a "family restaurant", which is quite a trick because that store is barely wide enough for a broad-shouldered guy to walk through without turning sideways.
The spot at the bottom of Death Hill where I flew over the guardrail on my bike now sports a large house - no more guardrail.
My high-school is a police station and the grand old public library is a vacant lot.
I shouldn't have gone back ...
What a trip!

Everything seems smaller than it did when I was a kid - the sidewalks are narrower, the hills flatter and, surprisingly, more trees are in evidence than I remember.
I looked at my old house, and the bare rock wall in the front of our property - the one that was about 12' high but seemed like Mt. Everest as a kid - is now completely covered in some kind of crawling ivy. The Japanese maple is still in the front yard, at least.
The park that was totally paved and that we injured ourselves playing on is now a semi-wooded-and-sodded picture of tranquility.
My grandparent's / aunt's / uncle's house looks totally different - someone tore down the garage, closed off the side door and covered the whole shebang in cheap vinyl siding, whereas in my youth it was covered in cheap asphalt shingles.
The old candy-and-soda store we used to spend our nickles in is now a "family restaurant", which is quite a trick because that store is barely wide enough for a broad-shouldered guy to walk through without turning sideways.
The spot at the bottom of Death Hill where I flew over the guardrail on my bike now sports a large house - no more guardrail.
My high-school is a police station and the grand old public library is a vacant lot.
I shouldn't have gone back ...