Ghosts of You & Me

Welcome to my 2 years on my Blog. It's gone by so fast.
I went back and read some of my old posts and laughed & laughed.
It's nice to know we change as people... constantly changing.
But you can't always go home... Lucky for me I still live in the
same city I grew up in, so it makes it easy to go back.

Last weekend I took a little drive though scenic Lemon Grove,
sans the lemon trees that once populated the podunk I called home.
Now you see the homeless, gun-toting, crack smoking ghetto dwellers
bent on the destruction of my fond memories.

I drove through the neighborhoods that I remember being so large
only to find the berg, shockingly small. I drove by my first house
on one of the last dirt roads in town, my elementary school, the house
I grew up in (as well as drank, smoked pot, had sex, & cut off a
neighbors toe - great story, be sure to ask me about that one),
the clam church, Choppy's house, the place I worked my senior year,
my junior high, just to name a few.

Looking forward to going back (only in the daytime).

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