Hey, a visit from the old hometown!

After all this time, I finally get a visit from my hometown of Texarkana. I thought that was pretty cool. Even though it's changed quite a bit from 10 years ago, when I struck out on my own, it's still like going back in time every time I make it back up there. When I was up there one day during my Hurricane Ike evacuation in mid-September, I remember driving by the high school I graduated from (class of '96) and thinking, "Wow, it looks a lot different than it did when I was there." I'll admit I do have better memories of it all than the guy in the Cross Canadian Ragweed song, but that one line in the chorus still fits — "You're always 17 in your hometown." Every time I hear that song, and every time I am back in Texarkana, I think, "Truer words are rarely spoken." Just some personal musings for the Monday morning...