"You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood ... back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame ... back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time – back home to the escapes of Time and Memory." -- Thomas Wolfe, in You Can't Go Home Again.
Did I mention that a number of Buckeyes who I encountered (although it would be more accurate to say -- who attempted to run into me) in addition to having particularly nasty and ill-mannered dispositions during this holiday for giving thanks, are accomplished kamikazes with all vehicles ranging from shopping carts to automobiles? Darn near killed me more than once, and gave me the finger as they passed. Sheesh. And to think I was raised among that tribe. I guess it was my fault for venturing out shopping on Thursday and "Black Friday." I was just asking for it.