I have written a lot about going back to my hometown the past five or six months. You see, I was brought up in my grandmother’s home. When she died 15 years ago Thursday, I went back to my hometown for the last times. I spent 15 years only going in and out to sporting… Continue reading You CAN Go Back
The past ten days I have been back to my hometown more than I had in the past 15 years, since my grandmother’s death. It has been heartwarming to be somewhere familiar, but not familiar, as all small towns change. Last Thursday night, I went down to go to dinner with friends. We were scheduled… Continue reading Thoughts on a Trip Home
We all have a place we call home. In most cases, this is a building – a house, with loved ones in it. Last night, I went home – to a town that I grew up in and one that I seldom, though living near, visit. I don’t think I realized the connection until I… Continue reading A Visit Home
I grew up in a small town. Are those someone’s lyrics to a song? You bet but I really did grow up in a small town – Owego, New York. While I haven’t dug up and scanned tons of pictures from my childhood, you can enjoy a quick cruise through Owego with this Yahoo! image… Continue reading Small Town USA
While I am not heading out on Saturday morning, my 14 year old son will take off with his father and his father’s girlfriend (not sure what the proper/PC word is) for Bike Tioga. Bicycling and Boy Scouts are my son’s things. Having grown up in Tioga County, I love the rolling hills and scenic… Continue reading Bike Tioga
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