I'm Back Home...for now.

Griffin was pretty cool to visit. It reminded, a lot, of where my grandparents used to live which is Greenfield, Indiana. Where you have the main 4-6 lane interstate (where as a kid leads to a much more interesting state or town. Past the point where you exit to go to grandmas house and never go and is such a mystery.) about a mile form the town center. You exit, get onto the main road leading into town which is a 2 lane highway called Route or Highway 3 or 5 or 10. Then you come to the department stores and grocery stores of a small town populated by old cars and older pick-up trucks. Where the people look different enough to notice that you look different to them. At least that's what their stares say. Then State Road such and such becomes Hickory or Hill Street which takes you almost directly to the clock tower atop the courthouse pre-9/11 without guards. The buildings are old and beautiful. It's like architecture took on a less important role these days. Every building "downtown" has ornate corners and trim. Here the town moves much slower than at home in the suburbs of the capitol city. And it's always Autumn. The leaves on the trees turn incessantly to a bright orange, some deep reds and crunchy browns in there for variety. Why do the clocks move slower here? Often we would stop in to the Cigar Store (not it's proper name, but it smelled like cigars inside) not to buy cigars, but candy. Candy later becomes my first vice leading to an adolescence filled with embarrassment and lessons learned (see Nietzsche). Only in Griffin, Georgia there is a quite impressive medical district containing a small cancer treatment center which has just purchased Varian's finest hardware. Is there a cancer center in Greenfield, Indiana? I don't know.