The Windows of My Childhood

I was back in the old neighborhood today, to meet a friend for lunch. Returning to the scene of my childhood is always a bittersweet experience, mostly bitter. I had my camera with me, and I shot the above photo of the windows of the apartment I lived in for the first twenty-one years of my life. The second window from the right was my bedroom window. The one major advantage to living on the first floor was that when Dave, the Good Humor man, drove down the block and rang his bells I could open up the window and yell out, "Dave! A toasted almond," or, starting in 1965, when "Super Humors" were introduced, "Dave! A chocolate chip candy," and Dave would deliver to my window.