Thursday, November 22, 2012  Pardon me while I reminisce  What
is home?  Is it where you grew up? Is it where you spend your
holidays? Is it where your heart goes when you long for days
gone by?  I've had lots of homes, I guess.   There was the
duplex where my parents lived when they were first married.  I
lived there too, until my brother was born and we needed more
space.  The other half of the duplex was also my Dad's dental
office.  I kind of grew up there too.  That's probably why I've
never been afraid of the dentist.  Why should I be?  How can you
be scared of someone who lets you use their dental tools on your
inflatable Mickey Mouse?  Then there's the house where we moved
when I was two.  I got to pick out my own carpet and wallpaper
for my bedroom.  When I was TWO.  The carpet was pink shag and
the wallpaper was Mickey Mouse.  (I see a theme here.)   My Gram
and Granddad's house is where I always wanted to spend the night
on weekends.  My great-grandparents lived with them too, when I
was younger. 