Changes

The other day I saw a video clip of the sidewalk from the old Richeson's Drug Store to Tic Toc's and I was struck by how... hmmm... different.... it looked. Not in a bad way, just different, and any difference takes some getting used to.

Also, I haven't seen the amphitheater, but we used to run those woods and fields hunting for squirrels and rabbits, so that too would look different. As would the new bridge --- does it have a walkway?

Different is fine. At least it's being kept up and improved. Right?

But along with what's been added, there are things missing. The old grammar school, the old jail, the chair factory and the old bridge come to mind. And so do a lot of people I knew in school. In fact another one passed just the other day.

And we've changed. You and me. A few more pounds here and there (a lot more for me), our hair more gray than any other color, and a host of wrinkles and creases that adorn our face. Say they came from laughing if you want, and I'm sure a lot of them did, but they're there just the same.

So when I come face to face with you guys again, and I will, I'm not going to be surprised about how much you've changed. Okay, maybe a little. :) But you know what? It won't make a damned bit of difference.