The Van Goes Home...Kind of

I was born in Macon, GA 22 years and 364 days ago. It is strange to be in a place that I've been before, and not to remember it. There is a good side of Macon, and there is a bad side. The rundown shacks and the plantation wannabe's are separated by a mile and some railroad tracks. It's a warm day and we drive around trying to find my old house. We drive up and down the street. I can't remember. I see a brick house that strikes me. I remember a neighbor named Ben who made a lego pirate ship in the dining room of that brick house. I look to the left. That was my house. It's smaller than I thought it was.

PS- The photo above is not my house. It's the Allman Brother's House, now a Mueseum which we saw the same day. Picture my house as that, but about a third the size :)