Saturday morning we cabbed to Grand Central Station. It hadn’t changed since I was a kid growing up in Peekskill NY. My dad worked for the New York Central Railroad so I rode the trains to Grand Central all the time. Jill and Andrew suggested we get off the train one stop early in Peekskill. They met us there and so began a tour of my hometown. We drove all over and most of the town had changed. Where I went to Junior High is now a nursing home. My high school is not where it used to be. It is now on the campus of the former Peekskill Military Academy which is 2 blocks from the house where I grew up. We drove through Depew Park where my friends and I rode our bikes, played and swam at the pool there. It’s amazing how everything looked smaller.
We were standing in front of my house when a man came out of a house across the street and said “You must be little Joanie McCullough”. I hadn’t a clue who he was. Turns out he is the brother of a girl I walked to high school with every day.
Finally we drove to Garrison and had an excellent Andrew dinner, lots of wine, and slept in a very comfortable bed. Jill’s daughter, Cara, came the next day. She is a lovely young lady and my political soul mate. We ate, we talked, we played a French form of bocci. But alas it was time to pack the suitcases for the last time, drive to the airport at Newburgh and fly Jet Blue home.