Monday, July 28, 2008
I used to live in Buffalo.
Not that one up there.
Buffalo, New York.
Not that big a deal, really. It had its cool points. Wings. Beef on Kimmelweck (a Kaiser roll with rock salt and caraway seeds). It was really close to Canada.
But still, just a city.
The thing is, I lived there between the ages of 7 and 14, and damn, those are some important years. Whenever I hear Fleetwood Mac, Gypsy, or Kim Carnes, Betty Davis Eyes, I'm back there. Eddie Murphy and Dan Akroyd were on Saturday Night Live. New wave music was on the radio. My parents played in a midnight bowling league, and once in a great while, they let me go.
I didn't want to leave Buffalo. And to this day, I feel I missed an entire life because we moved away.
New neighborhood. New school. Isolation.
They changed me.
Deep down I believe I'm better off for having my comfort ripped away.
Stronger. Watchful. Far more capable.
If only I could stop wishing to go back.
Posted by jason evans at 1:03 AM