So true, sadly.
In 1955, when I was twelve, we moved into this 1-bath, 3-bedroom house that my parents had built on the corner of Huston and Willis streets in Sherman Oaks. I don’t know why it has a Huston St. address because the house actually faces Willis street. If you look at the far right corner you can see the window to my bedroom. There was another window around the corner, so I had plenty of light.