This road I’m walkin’ on from time to time always leads me home.

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” ~Terry Pratchett

I try to tell Step-daughter: leaving isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. She’ll be a senior this year, and although I don’t think she plans to go away to college, I know it is nevertheless her intention to get as far away from Illinois as possible after she graduates. I think she believes–as I once did–that happiness isn’t possible here, that there’s nothing so boring and ugly as the prairie, and that there have to be better, nicer, and smarter people in bigger cities elsewhere in the country. Continue reading “This road I’m walkin’ on from time to time always leads me home.”

It doesn’t matter which side of the tracks you’re from, the train still rolls the same.

Aside from that year when I lived in Las Vegas and was quite certain my soul was dying a little more with every day that passed, there have always been trains in my life.  I spent the first 27 years of my life in a town that was literally named for the Illinois Central Railroad and was founded in that spot because it was a point of convergence on the railroad’s two original branches. Continue reading “It doesn’t matter which side of the tracks you’re from, the train still rolls the same.”