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 "No place like DEVO: Gerald Casale revisits childhood home in Kent" No matter what the lyrics to “Whip It” might suggest, it’s not easy to give the past a slip.
 Memories lurked around every corner last weekend as Devo co-founder Gerald Casale, 74, revisited his childhood home in Kent. He dared to step back into the primordial soup, returning to that adolescent world before yellow jumpsuits, red energy domes and plastic hair pomps.
 Casale lived in the Highland Avenue home from 1960 to 1967, or as he put it, “my formative years from innocence to non-innocence.” He lived there with his working-class parents, Robert and Catherine Casale, and siblings Bob, Becky, David and Roger, while attending Davey Junior High, Roosevelt High School and Kent State University.
 It was the right place at the right time, he said.
 “Just so many memories are packed into this,” he said. “I can’t even believe it. Everything happened. Everything.”
 Casale, who now lives in Napa, California, was in Ohio to attend the DEVOtional 2022 convention in Cleveland. He had stopped at the Kent residence unannounced last year, but no one answered a knock at the door. This year, Casale friend Lyle Hunger contacted the owner to arrange a visit.
 Schoolteacher Kristin Canary said a real estate agent had mentioned a Devo connection when she bought the home 15 years ago, but she didn’t know the details. She and her boyfriend, Ricky Bochert, were waiting outside when Casale arrived Sept. 16.
 “Nice to meet you,” Canary said.
 Casale wore a red turtleneck under a gray suit with an atomic logo pinned to the lapel. Joining him were his brother Roger Casale, sister-in-law Kim Cool and music producer Jeff Winner. A handful of friends, including Hunger, also gathered for the tour.
 “It’s interesting,” Casale said as he surveyed the 1924 house’s exterior. “Everything looks pretty much like it did.”
 After a few minutes chatting, Casale asked Canary if it would be OK to walk up the driveway and go in the back door.
 “I never went in the front door,” he explained. “Nobody ever went in the front door.”
 Memories await inside.
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