Once or twice a year, usually at some incredibly odd hour of the late evening, I drive through the neighborhood and by the house that I grew up in. My teenage years anyway. The streets mostly feel foreign and long ago and far away .... except for a block or two where it feels like I've never left. Like I still belong. And suddenly I'm having this flashback visual of being eighteen years old, back on my home turf, walking down those streets while dribbling a basketball.
All while being face mask-less. (I'm pretty sure that we'll all remember the face mask reference ten years from now. How could we forget?)
I wonder if there's a single residence on these streets that house at least one or two of the same occupants as back then? It seems sad to me that people from those days quite possibly all eventually departed. And how many (like me) wish they had a reason to remain or chance to return there?
