Sometimes you CAN go home again, no matter what Tom Wolfe said.   At least for a visit.

For me, home was Bayonne, New Jersey,  just south of Jersey City, on a peninsula sandwiched between New York and Newark.   We had I was born in Bayonne in 1948, and spent my childhood there, most of it in the federal housing projects on First Street, with the lights of Staten Island across the waters of the Kill Von Kull.   Bayonne was my world until 1966, when I went off to college at Northwestern, the first...