Who Says You Can’t Go Home?

How nice it has been to spend seven whole days in my very first hometown.

Where the streets are familiar, and I know the back ways to everything.

Where I can start sentences like “hey Casey, when I was little, I used to…”

Where I can see friends who have known me since I was knee high to a grasshopper.

And where I can find old relics hidden away, like how I was a vet (that spent too much time watching “The Price is Right”) when I was 12. Clearly, I was the vet version of Doogie Howser.

Have a great day, all! I’ll catch you in Hershey, PA next.

I hear it smells like chocolate?!?!?!?!?!