DISQUS

Thanks, Theo. My (ex)husband's Grandmother lived in one of the bugalows in your photo during the early 70's. I have great memories of many evenings visiting. We were often treated to lumpia made by her Filipino "boyfriend" (read 80 year old boy) who lived in the bungalow across the way. We ate on TV trays and drank sweet wine in tiny glasses. Grandma L. would tell stories about speaking to her boyfriend in Spanish in the courtyard so the neighbors wouldn't understand. "Joe, it's time for cervaaaaza"---Spanish wasn't her first language.That was Jose's cue to walk to the liquor store on Broadway to buy a quart of cervesa. "Cozy" is the best word to describe those little homes. And "cozy" is the best word to describe the memories.

I walk by occasionally and remember how they looked before the stucco and the gates and I can still hear Grandma L. saying, "cervaaaasa."