It’s a post like this that reminds me why I read blogs. Specifically Maryam’s blog.
I’m sure I have Red Trucks in my life. Every once in a while when I’m in Temple City visiting my folks, I toy with the idea of driving past the house my high school girlfriend lived in. I’m sure her family is still there, but she has left that particular nest to get married and teach up a north a ways from here, last I heard. So there’s no one to get there even I wanted to. Still, I wonder what would happen if I bumped into her somewhere.
I’m not sure how you remove that kind of Red Truck, assuming you even should. There is nothing I hate there, but there are some regrets.