I lived in Prescott in the late 70s/early 80s.  It was a happy time.  At least looking back on it.  But then again, there was a divorce and a broken heart to deal with.  Still, I was big into softball, x-country skiing, and I was the local union president for the National Association of Letter Carriers.  And I really loved the beauty of living in Arizona’s Mile High City.

What’s the point of getting old if you can’t look back on fond memories?

My modified A-Frame at 1980 Shadow Valley Road.

Our first little house at 785 Western Avenue.

Me on skis.  Imagine that…