Just across the Tappan Zee in Nyack, his family home still stands -listed on the National Registry of Historic Places.
Every morning as a child, he'd step onto the porch with the view (maybe the cars were older).
The house is converted into a gallery for local artists, with the backyard serving a concert venue.
This couch sits in the small ground floor office. I like to imagine an awkward teenaged Hopper doing the "stretch move", making time with a fin de siecle lass.
If a 127 year old Hopper took a stroll down the street, he'd find a chair for his great, great granddaughter in the window of the thrift shop.