“When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood”--- Thomas Wolfe
I may not be able to "go home" again, but I can close my eyes and still hear my mother (at 5:30) every evening calling us for "supper." I open my eyes and walk to Whole Foods for an organic chicken and I wash it down with a pint of chocolate Haagen-Dazs. Then, I watch some reality TV and wait for the next day to arrive. In retirement, it's "Groundhog Day!" Or is it.....?