February 19, 2011

There’s something special about being home. Walking into the doorway that I used to run into when Mom called for my brother and I to come in and wash up for dinner. This afternoon, the girls and I arrived back home to spend the weekend. It’s been awhile since I’ve been home. For old time’s sake today, I opened the door and ran up the stairs to my room; third door on the left. It’s the one with a poster of Al Kaline still hung on the wall. Good old #6.


February 9, 2011

This was sort of one of “our” songs. I heard it today for the first time in months.