About 4yrs old, my Grandfather had an apt. over the top of a shop and it’s living room windows faced out to the main street and the courthouse. I remember how lovely was a tree he decorated, the smell of the pine sap and at night the colored lights were visible that decorated the lamp posts, building rooftops. Snow seemed to fall everyday and there were colorful garlands that stretched across the roadways connecting signal lights. I even remember the meal he cooked and have some memories of him as he was preparing the various dishes. We’d get in his car and go to an empty parking lot where he’d speed up, slam on the brakes and let the car slide around on the slick pavement, it was a great time.