You can't go home

It's the tired saying that your home is never what it once was when you go back. Particularly the main street, Water Street, which has few reminders of the buildings from my childhood.

The railway station near my parent's first apartment now turned into a library but keeping some of the charm of its station shape when the trains still ran.

The barber shop where my grandfather and my father had their hair cut though it is now a beauty salon. It was nice of the owner to keep the barber pole on the corner of the building.

Unfortunately, the street has suffered the fate of most downtown streets throughout the country as people gravitate to the ease of the malls on the outskirts. 

The solution most towns seem to come up with is to paint a mural of what the good old days were like and wonder why it isn't like that now.

Even I had to venture out to the mall strip to find a laundromat, passing the local cinema on an aptly named street.

Still, the people are as friendly as they always were and there was a lot of down home feeling at the Summerside Raceway even if it only happens once a week now and the racetrack is on the other side of town from my memory.

And we came away big $12 winners on the day!