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Driving along on a bright, cold winter day, I made a decision to alter my way, to take a trip air a place I remember, that was a part of me.

I progressed along and doubt came within, I wasn't sure ... how do I return to that place?  The road was cold and a breeze was upon.

I spied an old man standing by the way of my journey, the journey to that place I remembered.  I slowed my approach to ask of him if he could assist and he said, I remember it well, I would be happy to give directions to that place that was part of me as well.

You follow this road to the intersection of Ninly Road... I know it well as it used to be, old Route 9 and yes it was also mine.

You then turn right and go a short distance, and you will find the place you remembered. I restarted my trip and was soon aware I had forgotten what was given from the old man by the road, was it Ninly or old Route 9...  Oh my... I will stop by a phone booth and call my Dad... He will know and he lives just beyond Ninly on this same road, and he introduced me to that place that was part of me.

“Hello Dad... Do you remember Ninly Road?” Or maybe it was called Old route 9.  I have lost my way and I want to return to that place I remembered, if just for the day.  Sure I remember ole Ninly and now 9.  We will get you there and you will be just fine, I also have returned there, as you must remember...  It was also a place of mine.

Just follow the road and ole Ninly will soon be upon you, Just follow the directions I am about to give. They will take you back to that place that you remember. I know you are coming toward me, I can see you clearly in my minds eye.  As you approach ole Ninely just make a left as I see your approach, a left as you approach me and you will soon be there.

I drove as directed by that old man, and then I drove as directed by my Dad. I drove as directed… sadly, not found.

I made another phone call to Dad but he never answered. It was 6:32 at the break of day, my dear Dad had passed, just moments before, my Dad had passed away.

I will always remember those last words to me....  Just make a left, you will be just fine.  He was right as he was most often, but not this time.

Both the old man and Dad were directing, as they were to see, going and coming directions were different to me, as we were one, as we were three... that old man, Dad and me.

Just past Ninly and 9 will soon to be found…
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