Our Old House...Gone Goth

 Even though we moved almost four years ago, I find myself in my old home town many times throughout the year. We still go to our dentist, and my side gig in the fall is at the amusement park. One thing I don't do every time I return is drive down the old dead end road to where I used to live. 

Of course, you'd expect changes--nothing stays the same forever, but I didn't expect the one change that greeted me when I saw the home we built over twenty years ago...

Our old house gone goth.

Don't get me wrong--I love the bold choice, and maybe to you, painting the house completely black is not bold. When we designed the house, it took us a while to decide what colors we wanted to paint the outside We settled on a nice green...it seemed to go with the surroundings. Then, before we left, we paid good money to paint the entire house a deeper shade of green. Personally, I loved it. The house looked great.

So, when we rounded the corner and saw the house newly painted again, I thought they really wanted a black house because they didn't need to re-paint the thing.

I'm sure there's more changes inside--there must be, some we'd love, some...not so much. Still, it's their house and it reflects their personality.

Everything changes. Our little house at the end of the street (no longer ours...) exists no more.

But, that's the way it's supposed to be.

Cliff Poncier Said It Best..."I Miss Those Planes"

 There's a scene in the classic film, Singles, where Cliff Poncier waxes nostalgic about the time he used to live near the airport and no one wanted to visit him because the planes were so loud. He was sad and lonely because none of his friends would come to his cookouts, but he said he missed those planes.

When asked what he was talking about, Poncier said, "I don't know."

We have wide open skies here in Northern Utah, fewer people, too. And with fewer people there are fewer planes in the air over our heads. We used to live between the Salt Lake International Airport and Hill Air Force Base...lots of planes.

I don't remember a lot about my father, but I do remember he used to fly a lot. Back then you could drive right up to the runways and watch the planes take off and land, and sometimes we used to take him to catch his flights and we'd see the planes. For obvious reasons, we're no longer able to get so close to planes, but if I could, I would love to sit and watch planes take off and land all day long.

I also liked watching the passenger jets fly over our house where we used to live, but I really loved seeing the air force jets scream across the sky, especially on the Fourth of July.

Tonight, as we sat under an incredibly beautiful sky, I watched a jet fly overhead. It's such an anomaly now. I sat and watched it cross the sky, the vapor trail disappearing slowly as it passed. It was beautiful.

Cliff Poncier said it best, "I miss those planes."