In the last 24 hours.. I have traveled time with the apparitions of my past, present future. It's an easy thing to do when driving across the "flatlands" of Indiana ..Letting my mind drift scenes from childhood, voices .. feelings accompany me on the ride breaking through the music to come to the front of my conscience. 1.5 hours each way . Driving to my town of Origin. Logan is a good enough place, and honestly was the small town of heart warming movies where you could be a kid and ride your bike across bridges , all over and you were safe. Parenting was done by when the street lights came on, otherwise if it was warm enough to not get frostbite you were outside with friends. And like all small communities, we had our secrets. Some of us though twice about going home when the lights came on not for the fun we were having but for what awaited us. The sins of the father passed down via violent hand, slaying of the verbal, out rig...