Our apartment, growing up, Brooklyn: Top floor, closest to the viewer’s eyes, terrace on the corner. A terrace we never used. The access door was covered by expensive drapery and my mom was adamant about keeping it that way. Untouched.
My shared bedroom: Third window to the left of the mystery terrace. What would I give to zoom inside and see what we were doing, circa 1972 through 2019? Where did we all go?
Not sure why I did a map hunt for the old place. Seeing it in 3D is astounding, as enigmatic it must have been when people first saw images on a television screen. I don’t know how I would have survived childhood had I had access to the Internet. That’s another door we couldn’t open. And like the flowing fabric in that apartment, my memories of The Way We Were are as fresh as the day they were made, untouched by years and time and adult onset “what was I looking for again?” amnesia. 🤦♀️