It began in the spring of 1956. The thought was to search for a past I didn't want to remember. Georgia had said that we needed to see exactly where we had come from, in order to see where we were going; that every step we took outside, we had to look inside, too. She was moving on and here I am with sweaty palms and a step behind, dragging my heels. I didn't want to go back. Wasn't nothin' good there. The train was late...