Years ago, when I lived here in my home town, there were several people that I knew very well. The kids 2 doors down were part of my world back then. Today, I can sit and look across the street at a grey brick house, which house's one of those people. They chose to stay here in our small town and raise their children. The boy who is now a man, will sit with his wife and a grandchild on the front porch in the early mornings and late evenings. It's funny how life and years change things, which gives subjects a whole new prospective.
