when i go for my morning walks down to the village ( and on the way ive visited the gustavus adolphus swedish lutheran church on 22nd street several times , and do you know it looks nothing like it looked that christmas morning ) and i look at the people and the buildings and the cars and taxis and the bicycles and the trucks loading and unloading clothes and things like that all the time , i find that i can not match what i see with what i remember , they just dont fit together .