That’s my childhood home and where I lived until I went out into the world. The unit with the white garage door, and the trash can next to it. The Rothmans lived in the house with the red garage, and on the other side of us, the Powers. Every two houses, exactly the same as the next two. Some of my Bayonne peeps might see this and chime in. I go hot and cold on nostalgia. But the first 18+ years of my life, on West 27th Street, at that particular time in this country’s history – it was the perfect storm of security, challenges, and possibilities for this kid. I was blessed.