GOOG Street View Cam™
captured this image in August 2012. Courtesies notated.
Yesterday I was feeling overtly sentimental and nostalgic. I think it's because I was nursing my oldest Peke (nearly age 15) who slipped another notch towards the Afterlife late on March 12th, and really seemed to be fading fast on March 13th. That terrified me, jostled everything up in the old noggin' because these 3 Pekes are all I have left anymore. We all prayed, then prayed some more. She started perking up Friday afternoon, finally
-- eating again, excited about Peke treats after playing outside in the Peke Yard, drinking water, resumed the dexterity to climb stairs and jump on the sofa and bed. So, we are all experiencing profound gratefulness at the moment.
Anyway, for some reason I journeyed around all over my childhood Edwardian manor ghetto in Edina MN via the GOOG Street View Cam™
Friday afternoon on Happy π
Day. I had never done that before, in the 'hood or anyplace else. I was freaking out, the clarity was bewildering. I couldn't believe what I was seeing again, and suddenly remembering. It's literally been 25-30 years since I've intricately canvassed this area of my youth in a visual regard. I left there in 1983. I've been back many times since, but it's always dashing here or there in a hurry or wandering the streets at night. And how much can you really absorb optically on a rollercoaster final approach to MSP runways 12L and 12R at 170 knots from 2,500 feet? It all goes by in the blink of an eye.
I turned this way and went that way, so many memories were flourishing with vivid recollection, things I had long ago forgotten. I haven't seen the "Wart Machine" since July 1983, much less stared at it for an hour straight without glancing to either side of the device that gave us so much hilarious comedy when we were kids. That's another story for another day here on HIMH.
I kept on going, studying everything in finite detail, all the homes, garages, trees, bushes, steps, sidewalks. Nothing has changed, nothing at all. Stopped at our house, but not for too long. There still is a visible scar on a corner elm tree that somebody smashed into in like 1971 with their vehicle, I was age 4 then. I suddenly recalled looking up at this dazed lady standing at the front door with blood streaming down her face, asking if she could borrow a washcloth. I calmly said sure, "come on inside and have a seat." Then I went to get my Mother, and everything launched into unimaginable hysteria once she took a look at this lady bleeding to death on one of the living room Love Seats, a sort of lounge sofa. I think that's what they were called. All I know is they came from Gabbert's, and the fabric was pure white, and the Berber wool carpeting back then was a light cream color. Everything in that room of the house was saturated cardinal red after this horrific incident, in hindsight.
One of the last stops of the memory lane tour was at my K-6 elementary school. From the main road, I don't think I have seen that part of the building in over 30 years. I had totally forgotten there was a shiny ceramic brick mural along one section of the wall -- the gymnasium -- of various wild animals. The lion is green & orange. The polar bear is white. The deer is tan. The buffalo is blue & yellow. Etc. I had absolutely no memory of this panorama at that school. When I was slowly approaching it on GOOG Street View Cam™, I went "WhoTheF#ck has been spray painting graffiti on a sacred location in the ghetto???" I was appalled. And then boom, I suddenly remembered that mural ain't some knave with aerosol cans of colored paint, that was designed by an architect
A little farther down the street, I paused. This school is built into a very steep hill, and continues to slope upward on the north side of the building. After the structure ends on the west side, there is an opening between there and some trees. A flat spot was graded there for a paved surface area containing some basketball hoops on the same level as the school's 2nd floor. And it was at this vantage point that I remembered something from early April 1985. I turned the GOOG Street View Cam™ left (BB playground opening), then right (homes and slanting driveways), left, then right, then left. I hit the + zoom a few times. Hail Mary galore. "Down there" below the playground is the school's service road and and teacher parking lot. And it was there that I was walking one afternoon in April '85, up that access road, when all I remember was this huge whooshing sound behind me, then a cacophony of metal colliding with metal, and this screaming "FOUR!!!!!!!!!!" from far away, like, ya know, when an errant golf ball is sailing into the gallery? Well, what happened was someone way up on top of that hill had parked their car in their driveway, and it somehow rolled backwards all the way down to the bottom where I was walking, and nearly clipped me from the right side, kept on going and collided with a fence. It was like a Honda or Toyota sedan of some sort, but I very much doubt I would still be walking today had that WHOOSH been just 3 feet ahead of its projection. I really don't think I would even be alive, most people don't survive a catastrophic kinetic impact shock of that magnitude. I see now along the main road there is a reinforced metal barrier that would prevent something like this from ever happening again.
You're still here? Thanks for reading. The Sign of the Times, NO PARKING. MINI BIKES & GO CARTS PROHIBITED ON SCHOOL PREMISES
. This sign made me chuckle for some reason even when I was in Kindergarten, don't really know why. I had totally forgotten about it, but here it is unmodified, still, over 40 years later. It's located in a strange spot by the access portal to the school service road/parking lot. Mini Bikes and Go Carts
. When was the last time you spotted a Mini Bike or Go Cart
in metro Minneapolis? Hmmmmmmmm, maybe like 1977?
Paul Davis ~ I Go Crazy (1977)www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIYw24…