Driving after my programs today (three of them in a row), I passed this road sign. Had to stop and take a picture. This is the name of the town where I grew up. Interlaken. In-ter-LAKE-en. Like as between the LAKES, with a long A, none of this Swiss pronunciation. Anyway.
It just struck me funny, as if maybe I could take that road and travel back in space and time and arrive back in Interlaken to the place and person I was so long ago. Not gonna happen, folks!
In technical terms, there's been a lot of water under too many bridges. And yet, who I am is so deeply rooted in where I came from that I've certainly spent all my life on some segment of that Interlaken road.
That's all the philosophy my brain can come up with tonight. I'm whipped. Going to bed, but not my own bed. Will tell all tomorrow!
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