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Home, but where is the heart?

Writing this at a motel in Elgin. It’s pretty weird staying at a motel in my hometown – not entirely unpleasant, but not wonderful either. At breakfast I wondered why these people – some families with children – are in Elgin. Perhaps they are out of town relatives invited to someone’s wedding. Perhaps they are on their way from somewhere to somewhere else and this is a stop on the way. Perhaps, like us, they are here for a funeral and didn’t want to put anyone out by asking to stay with them.