A visit to the place where I first worked forty years ago.

Someone once told me the house where you grew up stops being your home once you get your own place.

Those words rang true during my recent visit to my native upstate New York. Since leaving my childhood home after graduating from college, there have been more than a half-dozen places I have lived and worked.

The first of those places I would call home was a ten-unit apartment building in Johnson City, New York, a suburb of Binghamton where I started my television news career four-decades ago.

I paid $120 a month. It was ten minutes from work, five minutes from the shopping mall, and three hours from the small town I called home.

On my recent visit back to upstate New York to visit family and friends, I made a detour to get another view of that apartment, the place where I started work, and the familiar surroundings that were part of my life four decades ago.

The first surprise I experienced upon crossing the Johnson City limits was finding that the apartment building no longer existed.

Someone in the neighborhood saw me peering out my rental car window and asked me what I was doing.

I explained how I once lived in the building that sat on the property. This person explained that the apartment building was torn down many years ago.

A discount store that was less than one-hundred yards from the rear of the building was also gone.

The former store property was converted to a parking lot.

I then drove to the Catholic Church that was off a traffic circle less than a mile away.

I remembered walking to Mass on many occasions, even for Midnight Mass at Christmas. The building remains, but another faith community occupies the space.

Someone explained to me that after a flood a few years ago, the building was sold to a Christian college next door so the college could expand.

The next stop on my “you can never go home again” tour was the television station where I worked for two years.

The call letters and building remain the same, but a lot has changed in forty years. For starters, the station changed affiliations from NBC to Fox more than twenty years ago.

I reconnected with the station manager who was working at the station as an advertising sales representative when I worked there forty years ago. Another department head I worked with was out of the office while I was visiting.

The news team I was part of numbered about five in 1979. Today, there are over a dozen working journalists.

The set where I anchored the late news is gone, replaced by a green wall and floor. The set is now electronically generated so that it looks like a contemporary and colorful background.

News Director Suh Neubauer took me around the facility. I met some members of her news team. Other staffers were either out in the field gathering news or coming in later in the day for the evening shift.

She gave me a microphone flag; a plastic covering that fits over the top of a hand held microphone to identify the station.

I was surprised when I realized that with over thirteen years in the television news business, I never collected even one mike flag.

My Fox 40-HD NEWS flag sits proudly on a shelf in my den.

Thanks to the invitation of a local Rotary Club, I was able to share some of my reflections from my day back to where it all began.

The Vestal Rotary Club welcomed me as I recounted my connection to their community.

Rotary Clubs do a lot of good in their communities and worldwide through the Rotary Foundation. As a former Club President, I have seen the power of an energized club like the one in Vestal, New York.

My last stop was the Vestal Public Library, where I donated a copy of my book Stand By, Camera One.

Head librarian Carol Boyce is adding the book about my experiences in the area to the Library’s local author collection.

Carol was also a great source of local history and caught me up on some of the changes in the community over the years.

As I left the Binghamton community on that rainy fall afternoon, I was satisfied that I made the detour.

The community gave a lot to me back in the late seventies and early eighties.

A lot has changed, just like a lot has changed in my life.

I think you can go home again, but I suggest my low impact version.

My effort was deliberate: stay just a few hours, enjoy the memories, and don’t be surprised as you learn how the rest of the community has moved on.

Remember, you’re now just a visitor.

I was glad to be their guest for a few hours on a rainy October day.

Steve Newvine lives in Merced.

He is working on a new book to be published in December.