17th & K

For a period of time, he worked downtown with my mom.  Whenever I drove past this part of town with them, they would both sort of drop whatever we had been talking about to search about for "their corner" or "their building" or "their park" (pictured above).  Of course, this would be some 35 years later (give or take) and they still both needed to spot their "old haunts."  He really loved my mom.

In the last year of his life, I was working downtown at 21st & K.  My sister was working at 17th & K (when east side).  Small small word.