I grew up with this long garage in my backyard. You probably can’t see the property marker, but it reveals that the garage goes right up to the property boundary on two sides. For that matter, so does the neighbor’s garage that you see in white. Neither practice would be allowed today with zoning requiring a fifteen foot setback. The terrain used to be flatter by the side of the garage and I would spend afternoons kicking a soccer ball against the side. The garage was originally part of a bakery business, gone before I came into the world. Of course, as a kid I climbed and cavorted on the garage roof, using the black cherry in the corner to get up there. Now both the black cherry tree and the roof has seen better days.
Tags: Sense of Place
