So, I got this random idea the other day. I wanted to try and find out about Reggie Jackson’s childhood home. You know, Mr. October? Thought it might be interesting to see where a legend like that started out. I heard he grew up in Wyncote, Pennsylvania, which isn’t too far from where I used to live years back.
I started poking around online, figuring it’d be straightforward. Type in the name, the town, boom. But nah, it wasn’t quite like that. Finding the actual specific address, or even a solid picture of the right house from back then, turned out to be a real pain. Lots of mentions of Wyncote, sure, but nailing down the exact spot felt like guesswork.
It kinda reminded me, in a weird way, of this time I was trying to track down an old friend from my army days. Lost touch completely after we both got out. Knew his name, knew his last known city, but finding him? Man, it was like he vanished. Called old numbers, messaged folks who might’ve known him. Nothing. Hit dead end after dead end. It’s frustrating when you’re looking for something specific, something that feels like it should be findable, and you just keep hitting walls.
That whole search got me thinking…
It really got me thinking about how things just disappear or get hard to trace. People move, records get lost, neighborhoods change. It’s like trying to grab smoke sometimes. My buddy, Sarge, we used to call him. We went through basic together, then got stationed in the same place overseas for a bit. Solid guy. Always had your back. Then poof, life happens.
I spent weeks on that, on and off. Felt kinda dumb after a while, like I was chasing a ghost. My wife told me to let it go, maybe he didn’t want to be found. Could be, I guess. But it still bugs me sometimes. You share experiences like that with someone, intense stuff, you figure there’s a bond that lasts. But maybe not always.
- Searched online databases – nothing solid.
- Tried contacting veteran groups – no leads.
- Scrolled through social media for hours – total washout.
It’s a weird feeling, that kind of searching. You’re digging into the past, but the past doesn’t always want to be dug up, you know? Same with this Reggie Jackson house thing. Maybe the info’s just buried deep, or maybe people keep it quiet out of respect for privacy, which is fair enough. After my own goose chase looking for Sarge, I kinda get wanting to keep things private.
So yeah, didn’t exactly find what I was looking for regarding Reggie’s house. Got sidetracked down memory lane instead. Ended up thinking more about lost connections than old houses. Funny how the mind works, right? One little search triggers a whole avalanche of other stuff. Still haven’t found Sarge, either. Maybe some things are just meant to stay in the past.
