There was a time when you knew everyone, the car they drove and the house they lived in. You went to school with their kids, it was a small town and you were like extended family. Then, one day, you grew up; you graduated and eventually moved away from the town and people you knew.
After years pass and you are away from the hometown setting, so much becomes like a stranger to you. You remember what used to be, you see Pontiac as it was. People change; faces change. You walk right by those you knew…they do not recognize you…you do not recognize them.
Then, one day, you pick up the paper and read the obituary of someone you went to school with…of someone you knew when they were a small child. You find out one lived across the street from you, another lived in the next apartment building. Your paths never crossed. If you waved, it was to a stranger. Coming home after many years away is a bittersweet experience.