At the end of September I caught a cheap flight so I could visit my brother, do some fossil hunting, celebrate my parents' 55th anniversary, and visit the place we grew up in NJ. It was a great trip. We found some nice fossils, spent some great time together, and ate way too much.
Here are some photos of our hometown of Bogota, NJ.
|Almost in Bogota.|
|The wall from Preston Street.|
|Our old street.|
|The dead end.|
|Our old house.|
|The top of our street.|
|The Dewey school used to be across the street.|
We often played stickball there.
|The old strike zone is still there.|
|This used to be the paved school yard.|
|View from the top of our street.|
|Me at the wall at the end of our street.|
I spent many hours of my youth here.
|This is Preston Street.|
We used to sled on this street and it seemed so steep.
|Under the Main Street overpass.|
We spent a lot of time be the railroad tracks
but they're fenced off now.
|The stairs up to the overpass.|