Hey Donna,

Loved this.

As life would have it. Yesterday on a day car drive to the Guatemalan coast my wife, sons and I drove past the gates of a huge ranch I worked at as a lad. The word 'lad' for some damn reason fits.

They'ed never seen this place in the boonies. I was 16 at the time and the experiences lived there in many ways formed me.

And yet. As we drove by, my eyes welled up a bit, secret, and yet, it really wasn't me anymore.

Just pieces from a past, whose past? Who the hell knows? Mine presumably.

The scary part is the sadness it elicited, brought up, time gone forever.

Then read your well written piece just now and it was like that nice cherry on top of a fresh made banana split.

Tom