Going back

There's a song that says "you can't go home again" and you really can't. Once you move on, what you thought was your home isn't the same any more. When I left Jasper Saturday, I was going back to Little Rock-where I was born and the place I called home for over forty years. It isn't home anymore. So many things have changed-Little Rock has gotten bigger, the roads confuse me, and I don't belong there any more. I went to a wedding at my old grade school-St. Theresa's (Go Cougars), and the Little Flower statue is still there but there's another one too.