reconnection

Last month, I had an extended trip back to my hometown: the bustling metropolis of Naugatuck, Connecticut.  I helped my parents pack up my childhood home in advance of its sale, and was a groomsman in my sister’s wedding.  I expected it to be an emotionally difficult trip.  Conventional wisdom says that going back home reconnects you with the person you were before you left.  I didn’t realize how true that was. One of my best friends Jeff and I go way back to 1996 where we bonded over a mutual love of the music of His Weirdness, Sir Alfred Matthew Yankovic, and a shared affinity for aRead More →