This is where I started, this house on Clifford Road in a suburb of Cincinnati, Ohio. My bedroom was right above the bay window on the driveway and I used to sit out on that roof at night. Very quietly, I might add, so as not to wake my parents, who would not have approved.
All of my childhood memories are centered here. It was the house my father grew up in and where he later raised his family. The house number, 4273, is forever etched in my memory, as well as the phone number, 791-3542.
It’s where I’m from.
I’ve not been local since 1980 and this house, as well as the city of Cincinnati, looks very different from the days of my youth. Yet I find that matters little. When I’m there my heart delights and rests.
When I’m there I am home.