Going Home

 Gone home

Lately the task of going through years of accumulation has evoked so many memories 

that it’s put off for another day. In a rolled up tube were blueprints. It was for the remodeling of the Crawfordville Pilgrims Rest. I told Melanie, it would be nice if we could use them to build it from the blueprints. There was the old bench grinder with the frayed cord we spent many a time sharpening tools on. It powered up smooth as ever. There was Bobby Sandlin’s obituary, still I cannot fathom him not behind the counter at Sunshine Drugs. Old Gulf Hammock photos. Landon’s hawk drawings. How did they make their way out here? 

In days ahead eventually the past will be neatly ordered again. And when I need that certain bolt, I will know just where to look.