We were passing through Green Bay on our trip to Door County, so we stopped to see the house I lived in as a boy. It looks a lot smaller than I remember. 
My father was a newsreel photographer who worked at the local television station. The building he worked in is still there, but I think it’s just a mechanical space for transmitters. It doesn’t look like anyone works there now.
The park I played in as a kid.
This Is Drivel 