Park Fairfax? Lived there when it was still Apts. It was humble but safe in those days. When we were first married, we moved to an apt. On Armistead. Turned into quite an experience. The Roy Roger's killer lived in apartment across the walkway. His balcony right across from our bedroom window. Then the Alexandria parkinglot murderer was the brother of our paperboy. One night we were woken in the early hours by a cop with a dog saying he was chasing a suspect to our door. Nope. Another early morning wake up was two fellows who had taken the large globes off the walkway lights and were lobbing them into our front door. Then there was the night the girls who lived below us invited the whole bar to their place after the bar closed at 2 am.

When our lease was up, we figured out how to buy our first home, during Jimmy Carter's reign at over 10% interest.