There’s a Blues Traveler song about how when you go home it’s never the same that you remember. This is because you change but also because places have a habit of being trapped in time in your memory while not in reality. In my last two trips to Dahlonega, my home town, I have not seen a single person I know. Or have I? Would I recognize any of them? I have a feeling I would remember them as they were, like I remember the town as it was, rather than knowing them for who they are.