Memory Lane

Back in Jax.

We recently returned to Jacksonville, Florida where we lived for two years when PaulA and I were a couple of yuppies. We were transferred with PaulA’s company to a brand new way of life. For us, it felt like the high life...a country club life...a life of fun in the sun in Yuppiedom.

We bought a brand new home and put a pool in our backyard...a kidney shape. We thought about putting in other, more creative shapes...but didn’t really have room for a large intestine, let alone a small intestine.

While in Jax we were excited to visit our old stomping grounds. We drove by PaulA’s office, the high rise on the St. John’s River where I was employed (yes, I actually had a real job), checked out the River Ralley where we spent contiguous, continuous friday happy hours, and drove by where Big C entered the world as infant c...at 7-11. (Her birth weight...not the birthplace of the Slurpie.)

The highlight we most anticipated...was a trip down Memory Lane. Actually Raley Creek Drive North...our street in our old neighborhood.

We entered the subdivision (neighborhoods are divided into subdivisions...so you need to be good in math while living in Jax) , passed through the entrance with the painted wooden sign of a creek. And headed down our old street....noticing...yards that needed sprucing, shrubs that needed pruning, lawns that needed grass.

And there it was...our house...just not as nice as we remembered. The house needed updating and the privacy fence was old and needed replacing. Things looked let-go, over-grown, and run-down. And like a lot of us that have aged over the years...in major need of a face-lift.

Anywhooooooooo...........

Our trip down Memory Lane...wasn’t exactly how I remembered everything. Maybe Memory Lane is best when kept a distant memory. Or after a face-lift.