I've built a lot of forts in my day. There was a big igloo-like structure made out of chunks of ice that I helped some high school kids build off of Washington Avenue. It was a thing of beauty, but how much fun can you really have huddled in a hut with temperatures well below freezing. My forts made out of wood were all constructed in the summer sun, under more comfortable conditions. My bests were the ones we made while living on Stevens Avenue. There was the one behind the P's house. It was a two floor structure, complete with a shingled roof and sides. The one behind the Esso station, that was up a large tree about 20 feet was our best. It had a small woodstove in it, (ya, I know not smart to have a wood burning stove in a fort made out of wood), and fortified with Old Golds, we attempted to ride out Hurricane Donna in it. Gosh, but that tree did some swaying! My last fort-building effort centered around the one off of Warren Avenue. We built it when we were in high school down behind the cemetery and transported all the lumber via the railroad tracks. We found this small railroad vehicle, discarded in the bushes, got it on the tracks. It was perfect for what we needed. A few years later, home from college Eddie, Brenda and I walked through the woods on a crisp, winter afternoon and found it still standing. Forts and I go way back. Nice memories.