Back to My Roots

I'll be visiting Michigan for two weeks. I was born there but have lived in southern California for most of my adult life. I still have family and friends there, and favorite places to visit. But things change over time, and my memories of how a place looked don't jibe with the way the same place looks today. I suppose change means progress but I'm comforted when I see things that are unchanged. It's like an anchor to the past. When you visit Europe you see buildings that are hundreds of years old. Of course the U.S. hasn't been around that long, but it's not uncommon to tear down a fifty-year old building for something more modern. Where is the history? Still, it will be nice to catch up with those who watched me grow up. Do you ever visit your old hometown and reminisce?