Going home again
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This week’s photo courtesy of Roger Bultot

Going home again (100 words)
She looked at me like who’s this crazy man when I asked if her flat had hot water.
Eldridge near Canal, fourth floor walk-up. No hot water, no heat. Now I hear they sell for over a million.
Pessis’ store down on the corner and a metal gate covers what used to be Shimmel’s Bakery. Best knishes in New York, take my word.
Trucks and people. Every day the street was busy. And the noise, like you wouldn’t believe.
“Zayde,” they said when I asked to visit the old neighborhood. “You can’t go home again.”
I guess they were right.
* Zayde = Grandfather in Yiddish
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Such a poignant, true story. Glad you decided to write one for the prompt.
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Indeed nothing is ever how it was. And amazing how it always seems better in our memories
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Sometimes it’s best just to leave the past as memories and not go back.
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Dear Michael,
The only thing constant is change. Poignant and touching story.
Shalom and Hunukkah Samayakh
Rochelle
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