Scenes from a dream

I left North Carolina 17 years ago this fall and haven't been back, so I used Google's "street view" to find Memory Lane.


I saw the old house and was reminded immediately of a dream. It was vague, hazy, half-formed, lurking just beyond my consciousness like a delicious moment of deja vu.

The tantalyzing memory jogged from slumber by this picture almost makes up for my many misgivings about how powerful Google has become. Almost.