Yesterday was drive fifty
miles out to Mom's house and fifty miles back into the city day, or Wednesday
as most people call it. As usual, I stopped at Micky's Ribs to get Mom some of
that boiled and barbecued, fall off the bone meat candy that she loves. As
usual, I filled up the car with a tank of that cheap Will County gasoline. As
usual, I sat with Mom and ate lunch while she told me the same stories that
I've heard many times. So it was getting just a little too much like Groundhog
Day, the movie, for me. Just to change things up I decided to take the scenic ride through Tinley Park
on my way home. That means I drive past all my old haunts, our old homes, and
past the homes of my old friends. It's kind of depressing because everything
has changed so much. Seriously, I'll turn a corner and what was in my mind's
eye doesn't exist anymore. I won't recognize a thing. Finally, I drove past our
house, the last one that I lived in as a kid. I stopped out front and looked it
over. It looks just like I remember it. Or at least I thought so. I took a
photo and compared it later to one from 1967. It's not the same. Same basic
shape, but not the same. For one thing, where's the snow?
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