This is the famed Rosecrantz Apartments, where my mom and dad first lived in when they were married. They lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment with my brother Chris. Kids were not allowed, but the owner decided Chris, then about 12, counted as an adult. When telling me this, Mom and Dad both cracked up and Mom asked, “Are you thinking about what I’m thinking about?” Apparently while they lived there my mom’s brother and his wife came to visit with their four kids, and the owner walked in to find five kids and four adults in an apartment meant for one person. The kids camped out on the balcony.