I used to wonder, when I was a kid in High School, why they
called it Home Coming when no one ever left. I still wonder about that.
Yes, I know you've come back "home" to school
after the break, but it's usually not as if you went anywhere other than home from
school for the summer. You know, a mile down the road. Where you go after school every other day of the year.
Home Coming is a non-even for me now. I've been back in the
States now for almost three months, but I'm still not home. I don't have a
home. I can't, therefore, come home.
I wish I had a home.
I wish my kiddo had a home.
Where I am now had a Home Coming Parade not long ago. My son
made out like a candy store bandit, which he didn't need at all especially so
close to Halloween. But he loved it.
Big Day In A Small Town
Can you tell there's a Hawaiian theme? I almost missed it myself.
Candy Store Bandit. That bag was half full by the time the little parade was over.
By the way: Welcome Brazil!
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