Coming back for this Christmas visit,
Four months later, to the day,
Is strange in many ways --
A cheap motel room,
The tug of 29 years here,
In some ways like I never left,
But also feeling like a stranger,
With out-of-state license plates
And a new driver's license --
I am an alien
In the place where I raised my girls,
Where I spent nearly three decades.
I think Thomas Wolfe was right.
December 20, 2008
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