Takoma Park

I grew up here in the 1960s, a child of very conservative parents. Had I not ended up, by sheer dumb luck, in such an eclectic place at such a progressive time, I’d be a different and much poorer (culturally) person.

On the other hand, I also lived there as an adult, and if I still did, I’d be a much poorer (economically) person, between the cost of living in the D.C. area and the temptations of such places as the House of Musical Traditions and Glad Rags.

Crappy town with deadly, pointed speed bumps

Nice little quaint town on the border on the DC/MD line.