You Can’t Go Home, Again

You Can't Go Home, Again

You Can’t Go Home, Again

Once, a half century ago, the home was proudly tucked and painted… there was a green trellis trailing with wisteria vines and a long bench covered with potted plants… there was a rocking chair for long rests during the hot humid afternoons and a calico cat snoozing in a sunny circle on the gray porch planks. There were voices calling through the doors – yoo-hoos and howdy-dos.

A half century ago.