One of my all-time favorite songs is "Seven Bridges Road." Just a haunting, wonderful song. In "The 66 Kid" we are doing the seven houses we lived in during the Kingman years and here is the last one:
The Gates Avenue house with my Dad's '62 Olds outside, circa 1968
Meanwhile, here is a page from one of my mother's scrapbooks that covers a ton of ground:
Top, Left: me at my grandmother's house where I really got the bug to do Old West history. Next up my Lutheran Catechism classmates at the temporary Lutheran Church off Hall Street in 1963. Me on my dad's lap in our house on Ashfork Avenue (we watched Elvis on Ed Sullivan on the TV behind us there). Me, practicing my drums in the living room in our Ricca Drive house. And, finally, the Burf and the Jan—one gave me my first kiss and the other was a roommate in college. I'll let you guess, or, fantasize, which is which.
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