Saddle Sore: Something to write about

Saddle Sore: Something to write about

From the depths of subconscious memory come visions of the past, days of our lives, so the poet said, that cannot be forgotten or erased. Today or yesterday, it doesn’t matter: They exist in a soothing, nostalgic way.  Pulling up in front of the house, in my inside eye, the street is deserted, a continuous, blank swath of asphalt cracked here and there, as though we arrived in another dimension. It is lined, some houses more than others, with do…