My family lived in Arizona from about 1993 to 1996 before moving back to the East Coast. I had just finished 9th grade when we left Arizona. I have been back to Arizona a few times in recent years on tour playing shows, but have not been back to our old neighborhood since moving away. Today I decided to use Google street view and see if I could find any familiar places. I used my high school as a starting point and then retraced my daily walk back to our house, and around the neighborhood. Crazy.
The top picture is a photo of my sister’s elementary school. They had an awesome mascot.
Photo two is the park around the corner from our house where we would walk our dog and hang out on the swings.
Number three is where we went to church. Across the street from the church were fields as far as you could see. By the time we moved back East just three years later, the fields had already been replaced by houses.
Four is our mailbox. I remember getting the “Happily Deranged - Music from the Adventures of Pete and Pete” cassette in the mail from Kellogg’s (you had to send in box tops to get the tape) on my birthday. That cassette tape changed my life.
Five is our neighbor’s house across the street. Our preacher and his family lived there. His daughter had a Donkey Kong arcade game in her bedroom that I was super jealous of, and once on my way to school I saw a coyote chilling in that patch of grass on their yard.
Six is where I went to school for ninth grade. I only remember the names of two people I went to this school with, my friend John who played video games all day and had three pet birds (John himself resembled a bird somewhat), and my first girlfriend Jenna. I am almost positive our first “date” was to see Jumanji. Her little brother Greg was desperately in love with my little sister, but she made a game out of spurning his affections. I can’t remember John’s last name. Jenna lives in Paris now and I think is writing a book. Always wondered what became of Greg, he was a cool kid.
The last two pictures are of our old house, which was built brand new for us when we moved to the desert. I sliced one of my fingers open on that garage door - still have the scar where I duct-taped the skin back down (I didn’t want to go get stitches so just DIY-ed my wound.)