I am fortunate to live on my street. The boulevard is where the old interurban ran.
The neighborhood picnics are filled with lively conversations of riding the trolley, greasing the tracks or hopping on and off while it was moving. There are stories of people pushing the neighborhood leaves to the center, after the tracks were taken out and lighting them.
That must have been pretty cool to see!
The neighborhood picnics are filled with lively conversations of riding the trolley, greasing the tracks or hopping on and off while it was moving. There are stories of people pushing the neighborhood leaves to the center, after the tracks were taken out and lighting them.
That must have been pretty cool to see!
The colors are vibrant on this May day
Riding to school in the spring.
The sunlight breaks through in late August.
The light is very strange. It was for a fleeting moment though. I don't think it lasted for more than two minutes. Mid December and there is no snow on the ground.
Riding to school in the spring.
The sunlight breaks through in late August.
The light is very strange. It was for a fleeting moment though. I don't think it lasted for more than two minutes. Mid December and there is no snow on the ground.
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