Back to the Farm
I went this afternoon to visit my father at his home.  It was the first time I had been in the house since we moved the last load of our belongings out of it nearly four years ago. It was the first time I had been in the house since he and his wife moved into it, some time after we moved out.
Those of you who know me well and who know the story of the past few years will understand the meaning of that previous paragraph.  The visit went much as I thought it would.  
And that, as Forrest Gump would say, is all I have to say about that.