Not The Same

Have you ever returned somewhere after being away for a long period of time?  Most people have.  And, did you find that all your memories of the place were not exactly what you found?  As Andy Rooney would say, “I know I have.”

My financial controller knows my feelings about living in East Texas so she often asks the question, “Where would you like to live?”  My answer is always the same, “Nowhere we’ve ever lived.”  The reason is simple.  Where we were, is not the same as we remember it.

Last week my financial controller had to drive a seven hour round trip to take momma-in-law to a dentist.  Thank you for not asking why.  Any way, part of momma-in-law’s evil plan was to get to eat at her favorite restaurant.  This is a place where Walter would not eat.  Walter is a dog that will eat anything.  The few times I’ve been forced to eat there, I vote with Walter.  When asked how she liked her meal, she said the food was too salty.

Father-in-law, who is now at the stage where he remembers very little, went along on the trip.  He did not remember that he had eaten at the place literally hundreds of times.
Lucky him.  He won’t remember he did this time.
PMO
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