After leaving Alki Beach, we took a drive down Memory Lane, quite literally. I saw my old church, my school, and even my old house (pictured above).
My favorite memory, however, was the "Little Store," just down the street from our house. It looked exactly the same as I remember, even down to the same coat of paint. I bought my first pack of cigarettes at that store, when I was about nine years old. Actually, my parents sent me to the store with a note to buy their cigarettes. In those days, the store owner simply inspected the note, determined it authenticity, and gave me the cigarettes. Those were surely different times.