This afternoon, we took the journey back in time—to a riverfront lunch and then to our first home, 19 Burns Road, Ashburne Hills. My father bought this house in 1957 for $14,000 with help from the GI bill; he put ten percent down. My brother and I were born here, played in a sandbox out back, waited for my father to come home from his crazy hours at the Marcus Hook plant where, as a chemical engineer, he helped thwart fires, build a catalytic converter, and manage the flares on the stacks that are depicted here, behind him, as he drove.
Some years have gone by since then, maybe a few. But in so many ways, he hasn't changed a bit.
The owners were in. They let us roam around.