Memories

I met an old friend in Dickinson, ND for the 4th of July weekend.  This is the town where my son was born many years ago.  I drove around trying to find familiar landmarks and the first house we ever owned, without much success.  Even the Hardees I once passed on my way home is now a Pizza Hut.  Nothing seemed the same.  Yet, the memories my friend and I talked and laughed about were as familiar as my favorite shoes.  After 30 years, we continue to share memorable moments that won't change with the scenery.