That front brings back many memories, too. Playing basketball in the frontyard when we were freshmen, Jack being stung by a bee from the hive above the roof. My God Jack's forehead was really swollen. I remember running away from the bees myself. I remember running after the basketball that has fallen down the hill unto the road below, and of course, I remember the great friendship that our class shared as we look forward to the end of our classes so we can go hang out in your house. The house maybe gone by now, but boy, the memories I have is so freshly painted in my mind I feel like everything just happened yesterday!!! Thanks for posting this Jack.