I tried to go back home again; I couldn’t
“You Can’t Go Home Again” is the title of a 1940 novel by Thomas Wolfe. He is correct. Last week, I tried. I could not go home again. Affection for the songs of the late country music star Johnny Cash sent me to my hometown of Warren. A tribute singer performed at the century-old Struthers Library Theater, an iconic relic of what Warren had been. I spent 44 years in Warren, more than half of my 80-year-long life. It began when I was born in 1942, back when billboards at each entrance to the town proclaimed it as the home of “15,000 friendly people.” Today, 9,000 ...