It's just this: that there are places we all come from-deep-roots-common places-that makes us who we are. And we disdain them or treat them lightly at our peril. We turn our backs on them at the risk of self-contempt. There is a sense in which we need to go home again-and can go home again. Not to recover home, no. But to sanctify memory.

All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten