About once a month, I drive over the river to the other part of town where I lived for thirty years. It’s really the same town, but it seems like another one to me. And like a different life.  I lived in the same house there for 26 years which is the congest I ever lived in a house.

When I was little, we moved all over southern Oklahoma every few years as Daddy”s work moved.  He worked for a petroleum company that was laying pipelines all across there.  The longest I ever lived anyplace then was in a little town called Ringling.  It had about 1200 people in it. Fourth grade through ninth.

I was pretty much an only child, so I planned to raise a large family in one house forever.  Funny how things work out.

Anyway, across the bridge where I used to live, I still know where to find everything.  I know where to buy an expensive loaf of white bread once a year to eat tomato sandwiches for a week.  I know where to go to a softball field behind Trader Joe’s once a year to pick up sweet Italian plus off the ground.  I did those two things today.  And I know every tree I planted at 1880 and drive through the alley there and talk to them,  Those redwoods remember me and they will be there long after I have stopped driving by.