It was safe, and it was home.
When you came from as far out in the sticks as I did, there weren't any tourists... or for that matter, many strangers.
My dad was a school kid in london during WW2 and apart from a few trauma's like his school being bombed he seemed to really like it too.
My dad remembers the first thing being more food available. But there were restrictions for years apparently.
She's good, was just texting her, I've been trying to get her to join AM but she's really busy with Uni and her job
Back in the day, my old neighborhood was it's own melting pot. I grew up in upper Manhattan. Back then, we didn't stray too far from home other than to go to a movie. My group of friends were of different religions, nationalities, backgrounds and races and we all got along just fine.
The coastline was unique
I grew up in a post-WWII neighborhood in Buffalo, NY where all the houses looked the same. My parents had 4 children and our house was 1300 sq ft. Our road was right next to a major thoroughfare. And being relatively close to Niagara Falls, we had a lot of big transmission power lines near us. I remember their buzzing - we often played underneath them.
I don't know. The short bus had mirrored windows.
I was there.
I lived in a few places and they were pretty boring! Although the DA said he had worked in Chicago, and the crimes he saw in my small town were much more vicious