Several weeks ago, I had an opportunity to tag along with my husband on a work trip to Asheville, NC. As we were walking from the hotel to a restaurant for dinner, we passed the Thomas Wolfe Boyhood Home. I’d toured the house many (I hate to think how many) years ago on a class field trip when I was in high school. I knew the house was in downtown Asheville, but had no idea where. Honestly, I hadn’t thought about the house in years, but suddenly, there it was right in front of me.