On the way home from the Thanksgiving weekend, I stopped into my old neighborhood.  Vicki, I, and the kids parked the car in front of the house I grew up in and took a walk around the neighborhood.  It is amazing how fast 20 years went by.

I noticed that the people who currently live in my old house were looking out the window and checking us out.  As to not alert them, I went to the front door and let them know who I was and that I was just taking a look around.  Can you imagine how I felt when they invited me in to take a look around.  I got to walk through every room and the new owner, Kevin, and I talked about the house, history, and the Patriots.  What an experience.  It sent my mind into overdrive recalling memories and times gone past.

I thanked Kevin a number of times and then we took a walk down the street.  After a little prodding from Vicki, I knocked on the Meyer's door.  I was friends with their oldest daughter Kristen and I really wanted to say hello and catch up.  After a ring of the doorbell, Mrs. Meyer came and gave us a great greeting and asked us to come in.  We spent about an hour talking....

On the walk back to my car, I faced toward my old house, and through the woods in the distance, I saw the glow of the Gillette Stadium lights.  It was a great time.