A photo from the old days in Revere spark some vivid flashbacks.
It’s November 1991 and we’re in the basement of the old house I grew up in at 22 Lynnway, Revere, Mass.
We partied a lot in that basement. It was the scene of many impressive and entertaining mood swings.
I could be mistaken, but I believe we were having a belated Halloween party, which is why Sean is dressed as a vampire.
On Halloween 1991, the no-name hurricane-nor’easter immortalized in “The Perfect Storm” had blown through, badly flooding out the neighborhood.
My basement, Sean’s basement and that of the house in between ours were among the handful of homes that escaped the damage.
I was gearing up for one last semester at North Shore Community College, before transferring to Salem State College.
It’s also the place where I would literally run in circles, for one to two hours, to keep thin after going on binge-eating jags.
I moved out of there in late 1992, so that was in the last year in that basement.
Sometimes I miss it. But not much.