I could be in New York City. Perhaps it’s Chicago. 
The melding of sites, smells, sounds, activity, and languages captured my present and ignited my memories as I stepped in to meet George.
A sudden silly thought: “Well, Dorothy, we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
I wasn’t even sure I was still in Indiana.
“Just keep walking. It’s an adventure, and you love adventures. That’s why you came.”
