They say you can’t go home
They say you can't go home Our thoughts at times develop into strings of thought which might last for a few moments, days or weeks allowing our self at that time a period of learning through reflection and resolution. My own thoughts many times this summer have drifted to a childhood home in Northeast Iowa known as Washburn. Hamlet of 100 homes built post World War II, although this town sat in a state of being unincorporated after building the quiet what is now considered a suburb of Waterloo was home. Mirada Lambert of late has released a song "The House That Built Me" and the memories of returning in the mind or physical to that one place where childhood seemed like an eternity of endless days of play, learning, yet not removed from a world which would lie outside childhood in the years to come. A childhood parameter of six blocks, elementary school, couple of churches, tavern, post office, grocery and memories for a lifetime and where love began and pain was real...