Where did the years go?
The preceeding photos are good indicators. The hows and whys behind them, though, require more research and work than I can manage. And in some instances, more heartbreak than I feel up to facing.
On my next trip I'll simply drive out to the “Y” west of town, park my truck, take a seat on the tailgate and gaze at my hometown in the distance. And remember.
But first, I’ll stop by the Dairy Queen and purchase a chocolate Coke to take with me. I'll likely get a strange look or two but that’s okay. I used to get them from Mr. Wells back in the day as well. Along with a smile.
JB 2/11/2015