Going Home

In the waning days of summer, I sandwich in one more trip — this one back to Lexington for my high school reunion. It's been 10 years since I've seen most of these folks and three years since I've been in my hometown, a record I don't want to duplicate. 

I've written about trips to Kentucky since I started this blog, describing the drive there and the drive home — even my old high school building makes a cameo appearance. 

There's a reason for this, of course. It's because once you've grown up in a place like Lexington, it never leaves you. It's why, even though I've lived in this dear house for decades, raised my children here and treasure it beyond measure ... when I go to Lexington, I still say "going home."