"You can't go home again."

Thomas Wolfe once said,

"You can't go home again."

Meaning,

you can never recapture the memories

and feelings you have of a place from your past.

Everything changes all the time,

moving forward.

But,

as I see it,

it doesn't hurt to try.

I haven't been back to

Wisconsin,

the state I grew up in,

for at least fifteen years.

Things have change too!

But from my memories from my younger days,

I don't remember how peaceful it is here

and how friendly the people are.

I'm sure there are wonderful places throughout the World where the people are friendly

and the living is peaceful.

But compared to the hustle that California life hits you with on a daily basis,

for me,

it is extremely restful here.

My relatives have done well for themselves.

Having loving families

and settling in nicely with their daily lives.

For me,

it is great to see it first hand,

instead of hearing it over a phone.

Since I have been here we have talked about the old days,

about the good times we had,

and not so good times.

Since I haven't been here for such a long time,

the stories told eventually always end up about me.

The favorite story told so far is about the time my brother,

brother-in-law,

and I went bow hunting for deer.

It was decided early in the morning that my brother

and brother-in-law would chase the deer towards a spot where I would be stationed.

It would be my best opportunity to finally get a deer.

I had been hunting for about five years by this time. 

Unfortunately for my fellow hunters,

they didn't know that the night before,

I kind of tied one on as they say.

Or,

to tell the truth,

I got really drunk.

There I was,

sitting around waiting for them to double back in a wide circle,

flushing the deer my way.

My brother-in-law saw a good size buck

and chased him towards me.

He couldn't take the shot because I was in the area the deer was running.

He kept waiting for me to take the shot.

Waiting and waiting.

When I didn't,

he came running up with my brother,

wondering if something had happened to me.

They both saw me at the same time.

There I was,

snoring away,

without a care in the World.

That was over thirty years ago

and to this day,

neither one will ever go hunting with me!

This is,

Saying My Excuse For Never Killing A Deer Is,

If I Kill One I would Have To Be The One To Gut It,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"I don't have to take a trip around the world or be on a yacht in the Mediterranean to have happiness. I can find it in the little things, like looking out into my backyard and seeing deer in the fields."

- Queen Latifah -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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