You Can't Go Home Again
....even if you live in your own hometown.

Sometimes I'll be thinking, boy, I ought to stop by and have dinner at such-and-such restaurant. And then I remember: it is closed. A cycle shop is there now. Or I'll remember movie opening nights at the Spartan Theater. Done. Gone. Closed. Razed and rebuilt as a Rite-Aid. While the new SuperTheaters are nice, they just don't have the panache.

And even going to the mall. This is the same mall. The only two stores left from that initial opening, which of course I well remember, are J.C.Penneys and the novelty shop. And drat! Cinnabon is gone.

My early childhood homes? Gone to parking lots, every one. One is a church parking lot, one is a hospital parking lot. I see they're erecting a big parking structure at the hospital lot now.

I'm not sure change is good, but it sure is inevitable.

Makes it hard to go home again, even if you're already there.