“I used to work in an office there,” I say to Alexis, pointing. “I quit because it was too far from home.” He laughs since we’ve walked less than a mile.
“Those apartments weren’t here then,” I add, nodding at the neatly arrayed Rivery Quarry Apartments opposite the large parking lot.
“And before the other office was built, we worked here,” I say a hundred yards farther on, next to the orange Baybrook Court bridge. “We watched as this bridge was built.”