I’m sure some who live in the area would think we were crazy but I’m glad we were able to help get him off the road before he caused an accident. Besides, a good story is worth it, right?
This past Saturday David and I drove all around where we grew up. We went by his old house, mine,my grandparents’ and cousins’, the church I attended as as child, his elementary school and many other places from our youth. While the drive did bring back some memories and a bit of nostalgia, neither of us felt even the tiniest hint of this being “home” for us. I guess you can’t go home again.