Behind me in the picture is the house in Geneva I grew up in from the age of, approximately, six, to that of not-so-sweet sixteen. The pic was taken by my daughter last June, when we were over there on a kind of recon trip and jaunt down several memory lanes, none more teeming with memories than this one, Chemin Bonvent (Goodwind Lane). I was surprised to find the place still standing, and even more surprised to find it looking almost exactly the same as when I'd last seen it, 36 years ago. Even the weeds were the same.