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Brother Mark has been traveling the nostalgia trail of late. \u00a0He landed in Bloomington, Indiana last week, where both he and Mary went to college. \u00a0Now 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.<\/p>\n
It is on mine every time I return to Indiana. \u00a0Alexandria 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. \u00a0Yet 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.<\/p>\n
I’m looking forward to the conversation with the Woollies about home. \u00a0At mine.<\/p>\n
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