i actually remember 1977, not carter or kiss, but jackson street, central arlington, the old old house, long hair, skinny skateboards, sparkly banana seat bikes, good humor man, walking to see the jungle book with older kids at the buckingham theatre, before milk cartons with missing children, air bags, & tv remotes, my big wheel ruled the sidewalk, i was evel knievel, bushy blonde hair, kool aid, summer sprinklers, bee gees on the radio, deep childhood days, ocean island of memory.

(Note: This is a recent image of the house, we moved in 1978)