He used to live just across the way
Like two ships passing in the night. Literally. From my kitchen window, two huge passenger vessels, heading in diametrically opposite courses, under a full moon. We’re back into the period when a large number of tourists can see me waving, if they stop partying long enough.
For anyone that thought life after retirement was too quiet, let me confirm that “it ain’t necessarily so”. With our (yes, I’m using the possessive on this one) book launched, it’s time to look ahead to the next community based project. I’ve had a dream, for decades, of being able to say “where X used to live” with conviction. Might get my chance. We’re going to see if there is funding out there, which would allow a team to map the immediate area. On that map, along with the usual roads and bodies of water, I want an interactive database. Pick a spot, and I’ll tell you who used to have a house near there.
A lot of the older homes in the area are gone. Once the people leave (pick your reason), a house will eventually return to its roots, in the basement… If we can get the assistance of seniors in the area, we can learn where those home were located. Think big here. A tourist could then find out where grandpappy hung his socks.
Of course there’ll be technology involved. At a minimum, a photo database keyed to GPS log maps, which then can be cross-referenced with actual civic numbers. A thing of beauty, in my mind.
