Homecoming.

Coming home was an incredible feeling. It was weird. I didn't know what to do at first, naturally I said hello to everyone and my dog. After that I felt a little lost. So I did what I do when I am confused, I sat down on a couch and watched hockey. There is something about hockey that calms me down, I don't know what it is exactly, but for those three periods (sometimes more) all is good in the world. I have talked about my affinity for S. Park Ave in RVC in previous posts. Today I took a walk down that road. The road that leads me to my house. It is such a nice road to walk down. It is well lit and on weekends is buzzing with people patronizing their favorite watering holes. It is really cool to see all that, but my favorite part is when you cross Lincoln Avenue. You cross from all the hubbub of the bar scene into a quiet residential area. All is quiet save the sound of a few sprinklers and the occasional car passing by. One thing I missed that I have overlooked is leftovers. I love leftovers. Anyways, all is well on Hendrickson Ave. Although I think Christopher Columbus is a phony and I still believe the world is flat, I thank him for giving me this weekend and a chance to venture back home.

MJL