i bumped into someone who is a native of, and is even now maybe traveling toward where i once lived. funny thought but talking to him gave me a funny feeling ... like the world that is dead for me actually survives. and thrives. people have moved forward from what i knew them to be. that part of my life which i chose to erase from memory except the beauty of the place, actually breathes and grows. and to top it, this guy seemed to remmber having met my dad when i mentioned his name. making him an unavoidable connection between - me there & the place now