I suppose this is somewhere around the summer of 1974.
That’s our neighbor’s house, I can’t remember his name, but I remember he had two front doors (check it out! That was SO cool to me as a kid!) And he was on oxygen and he always, always, always gave me a butterscotch when I went over to visit. He was the good neighbor. The old lady on the other side used to keep my toys if they went over the fence. So I picked her flowers through the fence and gave them to my mom.