You can go home again, but it might get weird
I never used to think about getting old but now that I am old I think about it all the time.
The back pages are less scary than the ones coming up.
This past weekend I took a drive past my childhood house. It was painted a different color. It had a brand new roof. All the frayed edges had been sanded down. It didn't look like the house I grew up in anymor…