I am so good...

[winterbadger]

I was messing about with Google Earth again (damn, you Peter! :-) and decided to look for the street Chris and I lived on in Brookline.

I used the Brookline marker in Google Earth, but it was way far from anything I recognized as a landmark. So I looked for the trolley lines (the one that ran behind our house and the one that ran down the main street a few blocks north). And I looked for the Safeway (grocery stores stick out in residential neighborhoods). And I found our street. I *think* I found our house, but I'm not positive.

42°20'4.78"N 71° 8'15.18"W

I wasn't sure, so I went to regular Google to the maps function, searched for "Beaconsfield Road, Brookline, MA" and switched to sat view and compared them. I was DEAD on to where our street (only about two blocks long) is. Sure enough, down at teh end is the church (across from which was the Lubavicher seminary) and the little park.

Somewhere an intel team is missing its imagery analyst...

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[snow-lion.livejournal.com]

You lived on Beaconsfield? I delivered there when I worked for the Domino's in Brighton, over by BC.

[winterbadger]

:-) Yes, I lived there from 1987 to 1989. What amuses me is that I lived in that neighborhood *before* I converted to Judaism. :-)

Memories include the map distributor who lived down the street and did business (including with the bookstore I managed) out of his garage. And the Russian Jewish Chasidic family who lived down the street (a few houses closer than the map guy). And the annoyingly yappy little dachshund of Mrs. Jacobs (who owned the house we lived in and lived on the ground floor, while we lived on the first floor). And the time we came home one winter and found one of the panes of glass in the downstaris entranceway smashed and blood all over our front steps (it turned out the mailman had slipped on our steps, his hand had gone through one of the side-windows next to the door, and he'd cut himself. He was OK.)

And one of the Green Line trains (the D?) ran right behind the house. There was a driveway alongside the house that led to a garage, and just past the garage and a few trees was the train line. We got used to it, but I'll never forget my friend Kurt, who had come to visit, leaping several feet into the air from the table where we were sitting playing a wargame and shouting "What the HELL was that?" It took me a minute to realize that a train had gone past (my room was at the back of the house, so right nest the track--I think he just hadn't noticed earlier). It really was almsot like Jake & Elwood's flophouse in The Blues Brothers...