As I age I grow more nostalgic. I guess this is normal. At
least I hope it is. One of my friends from as far back as 6th grade,
whom I have not seen in the flesh since 1970 posted a picture on facebook today
of either him or his brother scraping snow off a car in their driveway back in
the early 60’s. I’ve stood in the same spot as the photographer many times. I
felt transported back in time briefly and went immediately on a Google image
search for more pictures of Acton, MA where it was taken and I’ve always longed
for since I left.
I’ve been back exactly twice, once in 1970 when I saw my
friend Larry, and a few years ago we stopped nearby in Concord on our way to
Maine. I wanted to have a lot of time to reacquaint myself with Acton but found
after driving around, showing my wife our old house and a few other spots that
there was not much else to do, or least that I could expect would be in anyway
meaningful to my wife. Maybe if I had been by myself I could’ve gone over it
more slowly and try wrung out more of the past, but I wonder.
