The tree still stands.

Directly across the street: an OLD COUPLE lived there, but they had a son who used the basement for rock-band practice. (Yes, two bands in the neighborhoood. At least.) Don't remember the occupants of the brown house, but the one in the upper-left-hand corner had some kids my age. They were Seven-Day Adventists and couldn't watch TV and the other kids felt sorry for them, but they really didn't seem to mind.

The mom yelled at me once.