This is my second hometown, Marion, Ohio, on a lazy summer afternoon in the late 1960s. If you went there today, you would find a six lane roadway, bumper to bumper cars heading to the Wal Mart that now stands on the far side of trees on the left hand side.
Welles (Explore the Wonder World of Welles!) is gone. Kroger has moved twice and is building a Super Kroger. The Clark station - as are all Clark Stations - is gone. And of course, Minnie Pearl's buttermilk battered fried chicken is gone, too.
Back in the mid 1960's we had a bustling downtown and this was the far east side. But Wal Mart and ODOT, combined with changed shopping habits, moved out town out this way about ten years ago.
Heroine has wounded the rest of the city, with blight spreading, even the streets that I used to bike through aren't as safe as they once were.
We all know about Ying and Yang, how the universe balances itself. You gain something, you give something up. You lose something, you find something else.
One of virtues of age is that you gain wisdom that is lost on the young. One of the curses is that what you remember is gone forever.
Riding in the back seat of the convertible, my mother smoking a Kent, running errands for my grandparents, the relief of being hours away from my insane father - its all gone. Left behind in a cloud of road dust and smoke.
Excuse me in my melancholy. It embraces me today.