You can never go home again, or so conventional wisdom tells us. The saying â adapted from Thomas Wolfeâs âYou Canât Go Home Againâ â warns us to beware of nostalgia. Doing so can lead to disappointment akin to meeting your heroes or â worse still â sacrificing progress at the altar of a romanticized past.
Nostalgia and even a bit of surrealism has been plentiful as Iâve returned to Tupelo, where I was born, remembering growing up here and in Pontotoc.
Some of my first memories are from living on Shady Lane in Pontotoc, going to the two-screen movie theatre with Matt, who lived across the street. We would eat a dill pickle served on ice in a paper cone. It made an absolute but delicious mess.