Home Again
We went to see the latest Reese Witherspoon film titled “Home Again”. A delightful movie about a woman and her two daughters who live in L.A. Three young men who are trying to break into show business end up at the home of Reese and her girls. It was well written and has enough heart for Lou Ann and me.
There is a saying “you can never go home again” I’ve never quite known exactly what that is supposed to mean. In my case the town I consider home is Hollywood California. I lived in eighteen different houses there before I entered the Air Force in 1958. So there is no physical structure from my past that I could go home to. I see lot’s of movies with the huge white Hollywood sign in them. I feel an emotional connection to that symbol whenever I see it. When I was young we used to go up and hang around that edifice. I used to walk the streets of tinsel town and peek in the entrances to the large movie studio lots. For me they were just part of the town I lived in. And movies were filmed in our neighborhood at night and you could get into them by just hanging out.
I was born in Cincinnati Ohio and my parents moved to the west coast when I was about two. I spent two more years there in Cincinnati between the ages of ten and twelve. In the 1980’s Lou Ann and I went to visit the Queen City (Cincinnati) and it seemed nothing had changed. The people still talked about the things they spoke of decades ago. It was a strange feeling like I had been on a spaceship and had gone forward in time and then got to go back in time. I felt like Michael J Fox in Back to the Future! Once again, for me, I couldn’t go home again.
My Hollywood experience of being uprooted so many times before graduating from high school allowed me to not be attached to a physical place or a house. I am one of those ‘home is where your heart is’ persons. My home is here with Lou Ann in Sedona and with my children and grandchildren in Northern Virginia, Hawaii, California and Washington state. So I guess I can go home again in my heart and with my family. What about you folks? Can you go home again and would you want to? May your home always be a place of love, comfort, joy and abundance. From my heart to yours, Thomas
I know you are waiting for me to cue John Denver’s “Back Home Again”