Jim your entry got me to thinking.....Where is my home Cleveland or West Virginia? Missing the relatives, missing the mountains, missing running down the dirt road to Papa's house, missing the people of a common culture(my tribe/ our tribe), missing the creek, missing walking the rails of the B&O,missing sliding down the old slate dump on our backsides, missing the mystery of ancient wild hollers, the berries and the sweet wildflowers. Missing singing in church and the excitement of the singing conventions, witnessing the baptisims in the creek a spiritual moment I've never forgotten. Missing my mother's greens and cornbread and dad taking us kids to the sawmill or on an Easter egg hunt after church. What a blessing to have such a unique culture and a beautiful place to be from, even if I can't return. The general culture can never quite understand it all and I am at a loss to explain it although I give it my best shot. I appreciate where I live now. I haven't always, it kind of grew on me gradually. The people and the culture are different. There are advantages such employment, educational and cultural opportunities.It's interesting, challenging and the people, after you get to know them, are quite nice usually. Although.... the closeness is not there, not in the same way.Fact is, for better or for worse, I am from two cultures, they are remarkably different, and I like them both for different reasons. I do miss my mountains and I miss my people; people who can finish your sentences, people who value the same things you do.But I wonder if I could go back or if maybe I've changed too much. I'm thinking lately that maybe I have. Though tomorrow's another day, and I'll most likely be thinking of West Virginia again. Guess it'll be time for another trip right soon. Gail Burgess