Just where is home? Where were you born, where do you live, where do you feel good? I write about time and place here. The time is now, the place is here. #YWW
Really liked reading your recollections and going on your road trip with you. Yeah going”home” stirs up so many memories even if where you came from has changed incredibly. I didn’t even recognize where I grew up when I went back there last year it had changed SO SO much. Still little glimpses of familiarity but only in an old building housing new business or an old “hold out”resident who hasn’t sold up or remodeled his home and has remained the same for eons. Very rare! My old high school whose parking lot was once filled with beat up old vws with surfboards on top and old junkers or hot rods done up from the school gear heads in shop class are now filled with teslas and bmws and the ilk. I couldn’t believe it. Gone are all the fields and orchards all a bloom with apricot and plum and cherry blossoms with mustard grass growing knee high beneath them. Gorgeous. The “Valley of Hearts Delight” no more. All gone. Now tar and cement. It is all “landscaped” and tidy. Large swathes of it turned into huge Apple “campuses” that have taken over much of the town. My modest ranch style childhood home (once surrounded by orchards now amongst houses as far as the eye can see)is now fetching nearly 3 million. Wow. The town, once an unknown little orchard town no one had heard of is now even a TV show! What Thomas Wolfe said is true. But to my mind….home is truly in your heart and in your memories. That is where we go now when we “go home”. ❤️❤️❤️
btw….you know I was at that Sex Pistols show. What a shit show it was. Absolute mayhem. I lived to tell the tale. Ha! Love you my friend.
Oh my goodness! Thank you for reading, Your reminiscences are so much better than mine! You are a great road trip partner. Looking forward to getting to the island, and chopping it up.
Really liked reading your recollections and going on your road trip with you. Yeah going”home” stirs up so many memories even if where you came from has changed incredibly. I didn’t even recognize where I grew up when I went back there last year it had changed SO SO much. Still little glimpses of familiarity but only in an old building housing new business or an old “hold out”resident who hasn’t sold up or remodeled his home and has remained the same for eons. Very rare! My old high school whose parking lot was once filled with beat up old vws with surfboards on top and old junkers or hot rods done up from the school gear heads in shop class are now filled with teslas and bmws and the ilk. I couldn’t believe it. Gone are all the fields and orchards all a bloom with apricot and plum and cherry blossoms with mustard grass growing knee high beneath them. Gorgeous. The “Valley of Hearts Delight” no more. All gone. Now tar and cement. It is all “landscaped” and tidy. Large swathes of it turned into huge Apple “campuses” that have taken over much of the town. My modest ranch style childhood home (once surrounded by orchards now amongst houses as far as the eye can see)is now fetching nearly 3 million. Wow. The town, once an unknown little orchard town no one had heard of is now even a TV show! What Thomas Wolfe said is true. But to my mind….home is truly in your heart and in your memories. That is where we go now when we “go home”. ❤️❤️❤️
btw….you know I was at that Sex Pistols show. What a shit show it was. Absolute mayhem. I lived to tell the tale. Ha! Love you my friend.
Oh my goodness! Thank you for reading, Your reminiscences are so much better than mine! You are a great road trip partner. Looking forward to getting to the island, and chopping it up.
Progress, huh? What a hoot!!
A nice reminisce of a road and a town. Keep traveling.