This is the last place D and I lived in Fort Wayne. The Jackson Street house. We had most of the upstairs, with a screened in porch and our own private entrance. It was a great apartment in the wonderful West Central neighborhood. I loved living in that area. A lot of artsy people lived there… People we knew from hanging out at the Blue Mountain Coffee Company (coffee house) and Henry’s bar, who were artists and artisans, and friends from our life in local theater. A good place to walk a few blocks through on a Sunday morning to fetch a newspaper.
It wasn’t purple then, but isn’t it grand? It was green when we lived there.
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