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THE PLACE WHERE I WAS BORN

I had to come here one more time and photograph it. It never occurs to me to go to the place where I was born although I live here in the city. I barely ever get out to the northend these days, except when I'm out taking pictures for this blog. But I had this idea of going there and immortalize the place in my blog. The building on the left is where the event took place. Now it's abuzz with all kinds of other activities. This was the place where my father worked as an airplane mechanic. We must have drove from our house on Alton Avenue to this location and back thousands of times in the many years we lived there, and passed this building. It was about a seven mile drive.