May 28, 2003 BACK HOME “Back home again, in Indiana” Is appropriate plageurism for me. It is the state song of my home state, And it’s been a while since I was here. Only in my dreams have I arrived on a bike, But since I have, I couldn’t be more pleased. Moon light through the Sycamores, And sunshine on the Wabash River – Memories that take me back nearly a lifetime. Riding along the roads, Seeing the Ohio River, Seeing trees not seen for a long time, Hearing sounds long lost, And visiting towns seen only long ago. Back home, again, in Indiana. The past is wonderful, but one can’t live it – The past is helpful for gives one roots – The past is useful for it gives one knowledge – But the past is the past, and tomorrow is another day! Ron