one year - my last at university as it turned out, - i lived across the river from this factory.
i was often hungry and this factory churned out granola bars.
the smell was so good i never tired of it.
it was almost magical in the way it filled me without eating.
today i cross this same river to get to east city to visit my friends.
the smell is the same, but i'm not hungry any more.
"these memories of who I was and where I lived are important to me. they make up a large part of who i’m going to be when my journey winds down. i need the memory of magic if i am ever going to conjure magic again. i need to know and remember, and i want to tell you.”
robert r. mccammon boy's life