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June 19, 2007

Dave: You Can't Go Home Again

It was damned unfair.  I'd been the hero, fought the war, gone toe-to-toe with fiends and felons and things from the pit, and some pretty nasty people besides.

And, after the end, the final battle ... I went home.

Myrtle Avenue.  Spring foliage, bright pink flowers, lovely residential lane.

I walked down the sidewalk.  8145.  8147.  8151.

No 8149.

I looked on both sides of the street.  A block either side.  I reread my Drivers License five times.

My address -- my house -- my family.

None of it existed.  No matter how I searched, there really was no place like home.

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Comments

I had some similar thoughts this morning, but yours turned out much better than my attempts (which I did not post).

Posted by: sealyon at June 19, 2007 9:01 PM · Permalink