Been thinking about Muncie a lot lately, and then my classmate tells me about a shooting there on Sunday. Sometimes I miss Muncie, I’ve now lived here longer than I lived there. Too bad you can’t take with you the best of where you are leaving. But you have all your memories. And then they start meshing together. Something here will remind of there. If I’m up there visiting, something up there will remind me of here. And in that mix is all my memories of my childhood in Middletown. One memory starts a chain reaction of memories. Some memories not so good so I try to cover them with the good ones. Thank God for memories. They are so valuable and they can’t be bought just made.
Jane is a Widow 