re: #547 William Lewis

Oh, yeah. Thank you for this.

The farm i grew up on is still there, still in the family. But dad and stepmom renovated that old farmhouse drastically. It’s beautiful and a far nicer house. But it’s not the place i grew up. That place is gone.

Except … harder, there are a couple of windows in the same places with the same views. Those hurt in a way i now have a wod for, a word to write a tanka for.

In contrast, most of the many places I lived as a child are urban-renewed parking lots and sports stadiums (stadia, for the finikey). We were the last chance to wring an occasional rent out of a neighborhood after the better brothels left and before the bulldozers arrived. Screw nostalgia.