On the long drive back from NYC, we were about to pass close to where I grew up.
Kailey said she’d be up for a drive-by, so off we went.
It was dark by the time we arrived, but with the headlights I could see the trailer in the foothills of the Adirondack’s where I spent most of my childhood.
Kailey said it looked like I was part of a cult.
I think that was pretty much the sentiment of the little town nearby, too.
I have some amazing memories from that now abandoned place.
Exploring the hundred-acre woods, building forts and life-long friendships.
Print shop, business office, chapel, kitchen, cafeteria food, matron duty, basement, mirrors, catamaran, coffee, cowboy cookies, Commodore 64.
Stories for another time, perhaps.