I went to Cutler today. I haven’t been there in close to 30 years. It hasn’t changed much. I’m glad. I don’t like things changing when I’m not looking.
The view tugs insistently at my heart. It’s the world I grew up in. Not the same place but not far away. I talked with an older woman there. She knew Mum and my grandparents. When she was newly married, in the 1950s, it was 7 years before she had indoor plumbing.
It’s an isolated world. The population there must be about 1500. The town where I grew up had approximately 2000 souls, in years when there were more births than deaths. If I lived there now it would have to be a reclusive existence. I’m skittish about learning more than I care to know.