With my three new smoke detectors and a tarp, I headed home. There was a lot of traffic, so I used an alternate route.
Pottery Avenue runs through an area thick with medical and dental offices, a few small businesses and some convalescent homes. There's also a middle school, which never made any sense. On a Saturday, there was hardly another car in sight.
On shuffle, the band Styx came on my truck stereo. First I passed the place my mom and dad both died. The folks at Ridgemont Place were always kind to my parents and my family. We were one of the few families that visited regularly. My mom went first, about six years ago....
"To keep me alive, just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide, just keep me alive"
...and my father died a couple of years ago. I've wanted to go back at some point to Ridgemont and thank them. I just never did.
My father-in-law, Jim, stayed at The Life Care Center a couple of blocks down. He was a big, strong man. An Army veteran. Soft spoken, and slow to anger...
"I'm not a hero, I'm not a savior, forget what you know.
I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control"
...His wife, my mother-in-law, is not on Pottery Avenue. She lives about 30 minutes away. She misses Jim. We all do.
The intersection with Tremont Avenue was dead ahead...
"The problem's plain to see
Too much technology
Machines to save our lives
The carbureted 400 cubic inch engine roared as I turned onto Tremont. The air was crisp, the skies clear. I felt good. I was alive.
Funny thing, I don't go down Pottery very often any more. 'Cept for the annual dental check-up.
Yet, Pottery Avenue is part of me. Almost programmed into me..
"I am Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!"