They say you can't go home again. Actually, you can, it's just never the same.... I just got back from Tennessee where I helped my mom celebrate her 80th birthday. It was very low-key. In fact, I had a hard time convincing her we did Not have a big surprise lurking around the corner. She hates surprises, she hates not being in charge, and she hates not knowing what's going on. She also mentioned while I was there that old photos depress her. So, in a way, it's good that I never got my project finished that I wanted to make for her birthday, which involved heavy use of old family photos.
We went home through "town" (a term used very generously). It was good to see a whole little park filled with flags honoring local veterans.
It was bad to turn around and see yet another vacant building falling apart and awaiting demolition.
However, other buildings have been painted in bright colors - such a contrast.
I still get nostalgic when I see all the cotton fields in West Tennessee. And that's good.