Went to a late movie with a friend, for the Seattle international film festival—a black and white movie set in the late 1950s(?) about two teenage girls, one the loser outcast and one a new girl in town. Not quite what we expected (the romance wasn't between the two girls) and a little heavier than expected. Kinda bummed it was black and white because I think the costumes and makeup must have been fabulous.

The last time I checked Google satellite images, the house I grew up in is still there, still the only one on the street with an addition on the back. The trees have grown up a lot. The house where my father was born and grew up burned down around 1950 ... no idea where it would be, although I assume the town or its suburbs have taken over what was the family farm.

Meanwhile, for the Buffistas, how about a hobbit house?

You had me all excited, Toddson, but that house is not at all underground or round.

Yeah, that is not a hobbit house! I object!!

The house my mother grew up in, which my grandfather built, is definitely still there, because we drive by every year or so! And only sometimes park across the street like creepers?

Jesse, I've done that - parked across the street from my grandparents home. I'm still building up my nerve to knock on the door and see if they'll give me a tour. My dad said they'd done it up real nice and kept the essence of it which I really want to see. When I was a kid, the kitchen was still the 1930s kitchen my grandmother loved and would not change. I wonder if it is still the same.

The house my mom lived in when she went to high school is still there. Every once in a while when we are over that way my dad will suggest driving by, mom usually doesn't want to but we have a few times, I think. I certainly get earfuls about how the streets around there have changed (spoiler: everything that used to be fields pretty much is not anymore, but the lakes my dad used to ride his bike to are now in a park so that's nice). The house my dad lived in at the same time isn't there anymore but he has pointed out the spot. And I don't think the famous house in Oakland that my grandmother painted pink after she got tired of their neighbors copying her paint choices every year is still there but I have seen where it was. IIRC a fence my grandfather put up *is* still there.

My mom has tracked down, she thinks, the house my great grandparents lived in Reno when my grandfather wandered down to the creek as a toddler and caused a panic. And the location of my great-great grandfather's blacksmith shop in Orange - there's a building there that may very well be the actual smithy. I haven't seen either in person, but pictures. Pretty neat.

There's such a thing as 'house genealogy' where you track down through property records and Census data who was living in your house (or owned the property where your present house is located). Or else track down where your family lived back through the generations!

I've done that a little, too!

FB is once again reminding me that a high school classmate of mine (with whom I am otherwise not in touch but FB likes to tell me about birthdays and anniversaries, so) married a man named Dick Wang which is a very immature thing to be giggling about but my sense of humor HAS NOT EVOLVED SINCE PUBERTY apparently.

That's a name that takes balls to carry off.