Have you ever gone back to any of your childhood homes? I just did last month. Well, let's say I tried. We were in LaGrande, the town where I was born. It's a beautiful place in Eastern Oregon, and I'm glad I got to visit on our way through to Idaho.
Our family lived in a simple but nice home, out on the edge of town, on a large lot with beautiful fruit trees and views of the mountains. I remember my parents would play Johnny Cash and Ray Conniff records on the hi-fi. We had the most amazing family dog, a German Shepherd named Prince. And even though I was sick a lot with asthma, I really think I had a golden life. So I thought it would be nice to go back and see my old house on Willow, the place of my earliest childhood memories.
It turns out, a short visit was all I needed. The house is still there, but it's no longer on the edge of town. And people don't live there anymore.
Now, it's the "Hair Shack."
But wait, there's more. My old bedroom is now the part of the "shack" where you go for a pedicure.
Adjoining the house...er, shack, is a pizza parlor.
But, as I turned around to see where our fruit trees once stood, there it was....
....Cup O' Joe!
With a cyclist at the drive thru!
Yes, this is home after all!