Work has begun on the planning for the film. I had to go to Old Saybrook today. Everything was fine until I headed back up Route 9. Now, I’ve made this trip countless times since my parents died and I sold the house. Today was different.
Maybe it was the way the light slanted across the highway in late afternoon. That was the time I used to leave after visiting Mother and Daddy before I went off to my night editing job. Maybe it was talking to about “how it used to be” with a couple of people. Maybe it was seeing places that hang on like Johnny Ad’s, or mourning the demise of Emerson’s bookstore.
I’m thrilled to be back in town but approaching with trepidation the emotional visits to my family’s past.