Summer New (First Harvest) Moon
Brother Mark has been traveling the nostalgia trail of late. He landed in Bloomington, Indiana last week, where both he and Mary went to college. Now he’s in Indianapolis and I imagine his next stop is Alexandria, not far from Naptown, as Hoosiers refer to Indy. He visited Tom Wolfe’s grave outside Asheville, North Carolina a couple of weeks ago and You Can’t Go Home Again might be on his mind.
It is on mine every time I return to Indiana. Alexandria was our home during our growing up years and it has that charged, magical valence that only the spot where childhood came alive can have. Yet the heart has its own rules, its own inclinations and prejudices and for me Alexandria simply does not mean home for me as an adult.
I’m looking forward to the conversation with the Woollies about home. At mine.