Driving overland tomorrow, back to Chicago, at the tail end of a year long something or other that I'm still trying to sort out.
I plan to drive by Hoisington, Kansas, where my Nini was born, and which her family left Grapes of Wrath style when the earth kicked up dust as fine as face powder in 1935.
I'm not expecting much from a little town where the only Yelp review is for the Dollar General store (4 stars, one review, "good place to grab a few cheap things"). I'm just going to see what I can see.
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I'm glad your year of something or other is coming to an end, and I hope you find something cheap at the dollar store. You probably won't find $0.20/gal. gas, though.
I have been purging my apartment (and therefore, my life) of the many little scraps of memories I've squirreled away for the last forty to fifty years: airline boarding passes, receipts from restaurants from Memphis, New York, Bangor, Paris. While these things have held no real value to me as objects (I'm finally coming to a place in which I just want to unload "stuff"), I am realizing as each one makes its way through the shredder that these are the little threads by which my memories have hung.
I plan, though, to hang on to the many drawings and paintings my kids made over the years, despite that they are but doodles or scribbles as they learned to use pencils and markers and paint brushes, because one day, they will come across them and be able to relive—if only for a moment—a time in their lives which were just a little less encumbered with the "real world."
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