In the opposite direction, on Tuesday I took my father to the VA for a couple of appointments and then over to Dixie Hwy to check on his van. We lived in that area for the first couple years of my life and I decided to drive him to look at our old house. We drove for quite awhile before he realized what we were doing, but when he did he started telling stories. He's 85 but he remembered quite a bit about the area. Dixie hasn't changed much in 50 years.
I took him from there across a back road past the church we used to go to and that sparked some more stories. He pointed to the hill next to the church and started laughing "you probably don't remember, but you ran down that hill one time and when you got to the bottom you went face first into the ground". "Your mother was mad because you had grass stains on your new Easter clothes, I couldn't stop laughing because you had a mouthful of grass." I told him that I remembered that quite well because that was a life lesson about physics that I learned the hard way.
We visited two more houses in Louisville along with Churchill Downs. He was feeling good that day and was alert and lucid. I'm glad that I took advantage of it and took us for a 3 hour tour down memory lane. He told me things that I had never heard before and would have had no way of knowing. It was a simple concept when I thought of doing it, but it turned out to be one of the best days of my life. When we got to his house he thanked me and said I had brought back a lot of memories for him.