any time i come home i do a little tour of how i grew up.
it usually starts at the house i grew up in. i like that the new owners havent changed things much.
im curious what it looks like in there. i wonder if the purple carpet is still there.
somehow i doubt it.
i wonder if the basement has been redone.
and of course i think about my room. how is it any different.
today i went past my old pool. it was only 11:30am but shouldnt it be open?
it was close to 90 degrees – its the summer. where were the kids?
next door i got my first kiss. i wonder what that house looks like too.
when i was a kid this grassy area was a sod farm. about a half mile away was a driving range.
inbetween was a christmas tree farm and stray balls would end up in the tree farm.
id collect dozens of balls and take it to the sod farm and hit balls all around the grass until i lost them all.
10 years ago the driving range moved over to the sod farm and in a weird twist of karma they got all their balls back.
today i bought a bucket of balls and told the lady the story. she loved it.
and gave me a cookie.