Coming Home

It's Tuesday, but it somehow feels like Friday.  Or at least it feels as if it should be Friday.  I blame homecoming.

Homecoming was intended to be an event honoring those who had left a school (graduated, retired, moved away), giving them a chance to come home, usually to attend a football game. Thomas Hardy famously wrote, "You can't go home again," by which I think he meant that once you leave a place, going back there is never like "going home" because it's not really home anymore.  But I digress.

Somehow, by the time I was in high school (4,000 years ago, for those of you in high school now), homecoming had pretty much become what it still is:  an excuse for students to dress funny, yell a lot, and attend a football game.  Also there is a dance.  Usually some small mention is given to the "real" meaning of homecoming, but hardly anyone cares, sort of like how the "real" meaning of Thanksgiving has something to do with pilgrims and native Americans. We all know it's REALLY about the football.  Oh, and the yelling.

So enjoy your homecoming, even if you're already at home.  Especially if you're already at home.  Dress funny, yell loud, go to a football game or two, and hey, save me the drumstick.*

*Be sure it's a tofu drumstick though.  I'm a vegetarian.