I started the day working on my humanitarian of the year award. I helped a friend of a friend, who's sort of a friend move today. Why did I ever buy a truck and why does everyone live on the third floor? Fortunately it went pretty smooth, there weren't any last minute, "oh, can we take this", plus he didn't have many things he wanted to take. Fast forward. The truck is loaded and we're on the way to the new place. I wanted to cut through my old neighborhood just to see it and I was almost lost. Where's the fields and woods? Now it's a huge housing development and some sort of business facility. I'm sure before my time it was farmland. I'm beginning to understand the seniors when they're telling you about some area they would frequent as youths, that's now a fenced-off old strip mall about to be turned into a Wawa, Pretzel Factory, Walgreen's, CVS, or something. It really seems like so many people, places, things, and values have/will be forgotten in a generation or two. Pretty sad. I do wonder if that builder found my collection of home run baseballs back in those woods?
1 comments:
Great post Rod. So true how things change and the things we cherish as kids tend to disappear.
Miriam :)
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