This afternoon, late, we drove past the old junior high school (there's now a new junior high school), the school I attended for sixth, seventh, and eighth grade, 1975-1978. These days it's being used as a sort of community center, though, looking through the windows, it seemed completely unchanged since that day I last set foot in it, thirty-six years ago. The old lunch room was empty, missing all the tables and chairs and serving lines. But the rest seemed unchanged. Too many things have changed, so that was a comfort.
The next entry I make, I'll be back in Providence.