The tree lined streets of middle America have been the subject of so many short stories, movies and TV shows over the years...


With so many lives...families...filling the homes...the culture is rich with engaging stories of births, deaths, marriages, weddings, politics and a multitude of other life stories played out on these shaded walkways. When I was very young...air conditioning was not as prevalent as today. I remember walking down these streets at night heading home after mom called us in...walking home...each house with their windows open in the Summer was like a novel. I heard Walter Cronkite's re assuring voice on the evening news....as I passed, the sound faded to the next house with an argument of some type only overridden by the next houses radio playing the Beach Boys. Each house like a universe all it's own...opening it's heart to any one who would listen. No longer...windows shut tight, doors barred, yards with "Protected by ADT" signs...

Those tree lined streets no longer lend themselves to the writer...that source has regretfully dried up.