GALLERY OF PHOTOS — click a thumbnail for a larger version    Cambridge 1950  My Childhood Home on Highland Avenue
	One of the very few incidents I can recall from this period was the case of the absconding airplane. My parents bought me a model plane made from thin pieces of balsa wood.  The propeller was powered by winding up a long rubber band.  We wound it up, I let it go, and it disappeared.  Later, the neighbors found the plane in their yard and returned it.  I was very shy, but my parents made me thank the neighbors for bringing it back.  I don't think I attempted any long flights after that, because of what the likely consequence would be:  being forced to say things to strange adults. So that's the story of the place where I lived from the ages of two until five.