Right on man.
All I recall is that my great uncle lived on a street that was a hill, and his house was near the top of the hill. Next to his house was an grass field, not used for anything, and I don't recall much else except for the amazing Italian food we always ate at his place.
My Dad's cousins used to own/owned a bar there, The Rialto Cafe. Not sure if they still do though, as that was 20 years ago or so.
