http://www.dailymail.co.uk/new...years-got-wheel.html

Nice story he must really have been thrilled despite the color change !

I remember Sterling Moss. He was a sensation in Formula one way back then.

Good to see that he is still alive.

It gives me hope.

you can go back. The original saying was "you can never go home again." It dates to a soldier's homecoming after WWI. Veterans of war can relate, after a year in Vietnam, when I returned home, everyone and everything was a year older. Except me, I didn't feel as I had aged more than a week or perhaps two.

It is neat to see the reunion...

Ses indeed, Sterling Moss was the flag bearer for British car racing. Now, how about Sheila Van Damme (SP)??
Peter.

Ahem, Sir Sterling Moss a man among men. His biography is interesting to say the least. http://www.stirlingmoss.com/welcome

thirdbite,

we are in agreement there.

I came home from my first year tour in 'nam, went to church with my folks and everybody congratulated me on making it back ok. Asked what my next move was; I said I was going back in 30 days. Collective Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Came back in six months, going back for my third tour, I had my own pew, and plenty of space and people just eyeballing me from a safe distance. Came back again in six months, going back for a fourth bite of the apple, and I think I emptied the building.

I didn't think I had changed much either, but everybody else had.

I moved to Idaho, I needed space. It has been a bumpy road at times.

We were soldiers, and we had jobs that mattered to us and our fellow soldiers. It is difficult to adjust to a society where most are sheep and have no firm ground to stand on, and make a stand for right V wrong.

I say welcome home brother in arms, and thank you for your service.

Rich
G Co/75th Inf

I actually have to agree with Thomas Wolfe. You really CAN'T go home again. I traveled to Mississippi to visit my brother a few weeks ago and told him I would like to visit our home at least once again. We traveled the 2 hours to our home and quite frankly had he not been driving I would have had some difficulty finding the town even. Our old home had been moved all the way across town and 5 miles into the country. I didn't even recognize the high school building I graduated from. We spent 2 hours ,had a cup of coffee and returned to his home. I believe home is a vision that is in the mind alone and the disparity between the home you see and the one you remember are so different as to boggle the imagination. It was my last excursion into never never land. I shall not return. It had only been 20 years between visits.

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Originally posted by zimbabwe:
I actually have to agree with Thomas Wolfe. You really CAN'T go home again.

The same for me. I went back to the UK for my Father's funeral earlier this year and hated every minute of being there. I felt like a stranger in a strange land.

The only people I have there now are my daughter anf grand daughter and I intend to try to have them come to me rather than me go to them from now on.

If I have anything to do with it I'll never set foot in the shithole again.