Here we are sitting in the Seatac Airport waiting to fly home to Nashville. I just visited the Sub Pop store at the airport and I'm listening to Teen Spirit on my headphones my trip is complete. Sub Pop the Record Label responsible for the Seattle Grunge revolution. And Teen Spirt we all know what that started.
I had reservations traveling back to Washington State my childhood home. I had said I never planned to go back after my father died and we spread his ashes over Deception Pass near my home town of Oak Harbor Washington. I was completely done with this place been here done that got the T-shirt. But since my son and his family now live in Everett, I now have a new reason to visit the Pacific Northwest.
My idyllic childhood and adolescence would be hard to duplicate anywhere else. Filled with cars, girls, partying, snow skis, and of course fishing. Both commercial and sport; Salmon and Trout. Sometimes a single fish; sometimes a boatload or hundreds of fish; on occasion thousands of fish.
The saying is true one can never go home again. Home isn't really a place but more of a place in time. One can never travel back home and expect it to be the same, but sometimes it can be even better than it was before. It was great to see our grandson a new generation and all the hope and promise that lies inside him.
So next summer I plan to return again and do it right. Do it even better on motorcycles and in the light of maturity.
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