Still Secret, Still Dead

Hey, look at that. A new header for this blog, which is only about... oh, three years overdue. Truth is, I had no idea you could load your own jpeg image onto a blogger blog until last week. So here we go. Me experimenting.

The photo is from the early 1970s. Shown is my childhood home in Philly; 4738 Darrah Street to be exact. Parked out front is my mother's black Dodge. I don't remember the exact year or make. Maybe someone out there can identify it by sight? I just remember sitting in the backseat, tumbling around without a booster or even a seat belt. It was the early 1970s. That's how we rolled.

This is where I lived from birth (1972) until the fall of 1989, when I moved to La Salle University's campus. Sure, I came back summers, and then for a few months after graduation, but I always count September '89 as the time I left home. My parents finally sold this house in 2002. A short while later, 4738 Darrah was occupied by drug dealers, who were the target of a statewide heroin bust (which I've blogged about before).

Somehow, it seemed appropriate as a header photo. That's where it all began, for better or worse.

Still more blog changes to come, but nothing radical. I promise.