(5-31-18) From My Files Friday: I realized today that this is the 1,126th blog that I’ve posted. I wrote this in May 2012.
Musings on a flight home from Denver
What is home?
I spent most of my childhood in Colorado. When I moved to the Washington D.C. area and people asked me about my hometown, I always mentioned Fowler. It is a small town in Southeastern Colorado where I graduated from high school and where my sister, who died in an automobile accident there, is buried. (Since writing this, both of my parents have passed and are buried there too.)
Yet, I haven’t lived in Fowler since 1970.
I remember hearing Vance Packard speak in the early 1970s about how mobility for jobs was making it difficult for many Americans to choose where they intended to be buried. A grim topic, but evidence of how many of us move several times during our lives. The old family plots – in some rural areas located on individual farms – no longer were the norm. We had become a nation of nomads, he said.
This got me thinking on a recent trip to Colorado about the definition of home. I had returned there to speak at an event held by Bayaud Enterprises in Denver.
Please stay with me a moment while I tell you a bit about Bayaud Enterprises.Click to continue…