…see bottom image. I stayed on Jones Street overnight one night while homeless, then found myself at the VA Hospital in Durham, NC. I am not sure if the song contributed to this problem or if it is real. Before I ever left home to go to college, and definitely years before I went to Medford, MA, the local minister of our church was Haywood Martin, a short man who smoked cigarettes. He reminded me of Basil Rathbone. During the overnight stay on Jones Street, the person I who put me up put roach powder in my glass of water. I saw it on the top of the water. This was in 1993-94.
I don’t know when Carole King wrote the song about Haywood but I thought it was about an alcoholic from New York since she was from Brooklyn.
I recognized the railing on the top story of this duplex. I also found it in Denton.
