Going even farther back

Up until I was six, my family and lived in staff housing at the South Texas Chest Hospital, where my father was a physician. I took a ride out to Harlingen to see the old place.

It hasn't been a tuberculosis hospital in many years. It's now a mental health/mental retardation facility. (It's Texas. You were expecting political correctness?) I spoke to a young man at the administration office before going over there and actually spoke these words: "Fifty years ago, I lived in that house." Weird to be an old coot boring the young folk.

Our former home and the one across the street are now used as an MR activity center. They're surrounded by chain link fence and a secured gate across the dead end street that separates the two structures.

I didn't want to invade anyone's privacy, or get in trouble. So I got this somewhat lame image of the back side of our state-provided housing.