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I have no idea who he is,

but I feel kinship,
I wish I'd asked his name...

He pulled into Jonathan and Jess' drive while Zeke and I were sitting on the porch this afternoon. I didn't recognize the car, and when he did a pivot heading toward the only way out I thought he was simply turning around. But he wasn't. He parked, got out of the car and slowly walked toward us. He stopped far enough away I wasn't frightened.
"I used to live in that house across the street..."
and the next five minutes were spent listening to him reminisce. "I live in Ironton now. It's changed up here. I'd give anything to go back to the way it was..."

As he shared part of his story I had flashbacks to some of the side adventures I have taken while visiting family in Akron so I could go down the road he was on, doing what he was doing. Traveling memory lane trying to capture something elusive...

My first grade school, Grill Elementary, where a boy gave me his coat because I was cold while we waited on the bus...

The only house I remember my grandma living in (it's gone now)

The Magic Freeze where my mom and dad would occasionally buy my brothers and I a summer night ice cream treat









Lake Anna-I twirled a baton in parades around this lake

White House Chicken-nothing compares to Barberton chicken and I've heard my favorite place closed

Turkey Foot Lake, the State park my extended family gathered at when I was child until our family fell apart at the seams

My junior high school and first high school 

The house Bill and I started our married life in

Sometimes, 
even knowing it may be hard or painful,
that things will be undoubtedly be different,
and can never return to what they were,
a trip down memory lane is necessary