A couple of times a year I will ride up to my old 'hood and check out the house where I grew up in Philly. There is a tree outside that was planted the year I was born. That makes it 51 now. It's large for where it is, so I expect it will be gone one day during my lifetime. The alley out back is where I first learned to ride a bike. It was a purple bike from Sears. I can remember my dad helping me balance when the training wheels came off.