You can never go home again

I visited the family seat, the town where we landed when the miners followed their work to the west side of Illinois in the 1860’s. I saw there, in the parking lot of the local Wal-Mart, a gentleman crossing between the cars in his white cotton T-shirt with suspenders, his pants un-zipped. I thought (similar to the experience of author Alex Haley when he found his ancestor Kunta Kinte) “These are my people!”

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2 Responses to You can never go home again

  1. lol. ouch. and my full-on sympathy. 🙂

  2. phantomxii says:

    He sounds like the hardy sort who isn’t swayed by foolish societal norms like zipper-upness. Be proud of your heritage!

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