I walked over to Goosetown at lunch. It's right across the street from where I work. I stood right where the old family house must have been and I thought of a photo of Grandma Lulu hugging her grandkids Yvonne and Tony. They live in my heart and I loved them all. Where the rains had eroded the grade of the railroad, I could see bits of broken red bricks...and I fancied that they could have been from the old home. Maybe when they tore down our family's place, they used the broken bones as fill for their railroad yard. I picked up some of those pieces and went back to work.