***Note*** I’ve got a lot of drafts sitting around, some in existence and unpublished since 2013. It became obvious to me that I’m in no hurry to get around to them. But, they’ve survived various draft purges over the years. If they’re that important I can just come back and elaborate later. For now, I offer them, kind of as-is, in this, a lightning publishing round. The fun will continue while supplies last. Make of these what you will. Or not. I don’t care.

Today, a sort of an esoteric ramble, maybe suitable for a poem or something.

This title phrase came to me one day for no apparent reason.  However, as I reflected upon it I realized its truth and decided to pen this article.

Have you ever gone back to a place you haven’t visited in ages?  Maybe it was someplace from your childhood.  As you take it in again doesn’t time seem to reverse – back to the earlier memories?



(Tweetsie Railroad is the only place I’ve ever been back to as an adult which is exactly the way I remembered it as a child).

The Woods

Other Places

Use your damned imagination.