It’s been over a year since I drove around the neighborhood of my childhood. Funny how it is all there today. The red brick school, now partly demolished, was close to a mile from my home. I traced the steps in my car remembering how it felt walking all the way to and from when in first and second grades. The meandering lake is rife with nostalgia and was in its fall glory today. Such rich bright colors around noon. My daddy would be glad to know I was there and took a picture. I wonder what he’d think of iPhones.
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