Young Merlin...

Some of my fondest youthful memories were of the warm Summer nights my family and I spent on the porch at our home on Willowmere Street, it was such a lovely place to grow up as a child, especially at night-time, the subtle glow of streetlamps adorned the nicely manicured lawns of our tiny, little neighborhood. As a kid, we would play hide and seek, war, hopscotch, and a host of other games just until dusk, and then, at exactly the right moment, we would hear the voice of our Moms calling us home for dinner. You could always tell who was having what at dinnertime by the wonderful scents of food coming from each and every house on our street, roasted chicken, BBQ pork chops, spaghetti, and meatballs or even tuna casserole filled our young nostrils with the delectable fragrances of moms glorious home-cooked meals, ...but today was different for our family, you see it wasn't just the day before the 4th of July when everyone attending our block-party pot luck cooked a really special holiday meal, but you see our mother had just gotten a brand new cookbook ...and it was MAGICAL!!! 

Willowmere Street is somewhere between there and here, close and yet far, a special, timeless place that's near and dear to the heart...

 ...and so begins, The Adventures of Young Merlin!!!