I have some really cool memories of growing up in Lowell. When I was a young kid I lived in the Yellow projects, South Street area. We used to jump the trains and ride down to Boston. We never got into any real trouble but we had fun.

A few years later my parents moved to the Flintstone village apartments, Aiken ave. and Moody St. area. In the winter we used to make these huge piles of snow. Then we would climb to the roof of the apartment building and jump off into the snow pile. Man, when I think about it these days I am so happy no one missed the pile. That would have sucked. Our last year there was during the 1978 blizzard. We did a lot of jumping then.

My parents moved on to the property owner world and bought a house in Belvedere, Willow St. We had this two-car garage with a loft up on top. My brother and I built this clubhouse where we had some of the most intense parties I can remember. If walls could talk…

Well I ended up taking over that house. My parents retired to Puerto Rico. My wife and I stayed til the neighborhood got to bad for our kids to be safe.

That’s when we made the move to New Hampshire.