Changes.
I’ve talked and written about changes before.
And
since then more changes have taken place, changes
in
your face and mine. So much so that over time, we
surely
would not recognize one another anymore. Upon
visiting
my old neighborhood, the old and familiar have
been
removed and summarily replaced with the so called
new—destruction
and construction everywhere. I realize
this
phenomenon of change has happened most everywhere
in
the modern world today. I’m thinking of Athens, Greece
which
I visited for the first time years ago. Even though the
Acropolis
was a new sight to me, it is in ruins compared to
the
way it used to be in 2000 BCE. New places, new faces,
vehicular
traffic and congestion, tourist trade, pedestrian
parade,
all the togas, public forums, clean and clear air have
disappeared.
Plato and Socrates would not recognize the place
anymore.
I feel your loss and dismay, my Greek brothers, for
me
it is the same. In the neighborhood where I grew up, I may
as
well be the ghost of time past who no one sees. It’s as if I
was
never there, yet a flood of deja vu memories tells me I was.
And
you must believe me, I beg of you, because no one else does.
The
house where I once lived as a child is no longer there. And in
sadness
and despair, one day all too soon, I too shall disappear.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 4-25-2020
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