Home For Christmas

This is the house I grew up in. I was feeling a touch nostalgic, and seasonal I suppose, and I drove out to visit. It was strange...when I pulled up in front of the old house and got out of my truck, a voice came out of the near-dark evening: "There's no one there."

It took me several seconds to locate the speaker, a local resident, Eric, as he introduced himself. We talked for several minutes about my old home, life on Linnell Street, life in general. He seemed like a good guy, living now in the same house two of my homies, Tommy Gruwell and Jim Lockwood, grew up in.

I have many years of Christmas memories, and other memories for that matter, here. It's good to see it all again. Tom and I turn often to the lyrics of Tom Petty songs, and this one seems perfect:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLf7qcwSKEg

 "Dreamville"

Goin' down to Lillian's music store
To buy a black diamond string
Gonna wind it up on my guitar
Gonna make that silver sing

Like it was Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville

I keep wakin' up all by myself
With a bluejay in my brain
Flappin' his wings, makin' me sing
It was just about to rain

Like it was Dreamville
Where I was born
Light years from here
And the air smelled good
In Dreamville

Like it was Dreamville
A long time ago
Light years from here
And the trees were green
In Dreamville

Ridin' with my mamma
To Glen Springs Pool
The water was cold
My lips were blue
There was rock and roll
Across the dial
When I think of her
It makes me smile

Like it was Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville, in Dreamville

Yeah it was Dreamville
A long time ago
Light years from here
And the air smelled good
In Dreamville, in Dreamville