As a young boy and teen I lived on 109 Harbor View road in the blue hills South of Boston with my parents and five siblings. The backyard ended in the woods. The only way you could see the harbor was to climb to the top of the tallest tree in the backyard. It looked nothing like the present configuration. But that tree over the roof might be the tall one.
My father sold it after my mother's passing in 2009 for $400,000.
The next owner's renovated it from the 1960 construction to modernity.
$1,300,000.
It never felt like a million dollars as a boy, but it did feel like home.
109 Harborview Road.
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