I grew up in a home on south Corona in Denver, just one block west of Washington Park.  Yesterday we rode the light rail from Lincoln Station near our apartment in Lone Tree to the Louisiana-Pearl station near that home.  We walked four blocks east to see the house. Here I am, standing in front of the house, next to the present owners' concrete horse. The present owner, Darrell, was sitting on the front porch and invited us to join him there.  He had met my parents at some point before he bought it. Look at the quiet, shady street.  Who wouldn't want to grow up in a place like this? Before walking down Corona, we walked through the alley between the houses on Corona and Ogden.  Many of the garages face this alley.  We are certainly glad we don't have to drive our big pickup down this alley and park it.  We walked down to where I attended elementary school at McKinley.  At this corner I had served on the safety patrol.  We wore a white belt that included a shoulder strap.  W