Browsed over to the lot where I grew up. Always hard to have memories at odds with the current state of things. Don Birkholz, I see that they left one of the evergreen trees that you planted. I never expected the cottonwood next to it to have survived this long, long after the house is gone.
Hard to see the older houses and buildings gone, to be replaced by bland, cheap, modern versions. Through years of delivering newspapers, of mowing lawns, shoveling walks and tilling gardens for almost a decade (as well as many, many other involvements), there were very few blocks where I didn't work for someone or know someone. Now, I can barely tell where I'm at by looking around.
Now you can't even hike around Signal Butte without getting nasty notes left on your vehicle.