My wife and I lived at 408B Devereaux St., and I always assumed Devereaux was another admiral or general, not a polo player. We struggled with the heating system like everyone else. I remember a toilet bowl frozen over on returning from a weekend away. The community garden was great, especially if one had access to the chemistry department’s “morgue” of discarded chemicals. I had radishes the size of turnips one spring, and we lived to tell this tale!