Gone

This weekend was the best of times - and - the worst of times.


I was given a wonderful gift from my kids of a weekend stay in Daytona Beach and tickets to go see Brian Regan. AND IT WAS A BLAST.


But the black cloud in the mini vacation was as we were heading to Daytona, we went by my Welcome Station. You may remember I blogged about it a few months ago. (Click here).


I am saddened to report that it is no longer there. It has been torn down. I couldn't believe it. I guess deep down in my heart I had hoped that there was some other person that loved it as much as I did, but had the money needed to restore it.


I was wrong. They only wanted the land, not the history, not the memories. No one seems to want the memories anymore.


I looked away and closed my eyes on the way home. I didn't want to see the rubble again. It hurt too bad.


I identified so much with that Welcome Station. Its past joy, its present fortitude despite the years. To me its demise means that I may not be far behind.