A lot is the same, exactly as I remember it always being. Other things are scary different. But Andover continues its inexorable suburban sprawl. Fields that I remember trapsing about, nothing but fields and ponds and wasteland, are now filled with houses. Roads lead onto Kellogg where there weren't before.
After that, I went to the third Matrix at the Warren Old Town Theatre. W. O. W. It's a /nice/ theatre. Nicest theatre I have ever been in. Aisles you could ride a pair of bikes down, side by side. Each seat has TWO independant armrests, each with a cup holder. And get this: They hand you a menu when they take your ticket. You push a button on your armrest, and somebody comes to take your order. Then they bring you your food - real food, mind you - on a tray that slides into your cupholder. This is a good and proper yuppy theatre. I think, when I become idle rich, I may have to move back here instead, get a place in oldtown, and hang out at the Warren all the time.