In 2005 before we made our move to Tennessee I set out on one more scouting trip. Arriving at the Nashville airport that day I rented a car and proceeded to drive through the various neighborhoods in the Nashville suburbs.
In the late afternoon, as the light began to fade and the evening was upon me, I drove along the tree lined streets of Hendersonville and was suddenly aware that a powerful feeling was overtaking me. Taking up my cell phone, I called my wife back in Long Island. With my voice straining with emotion I said to her: “Kathy this is so strange; I feel that I have been lost my whole life and have finally found my way home.”