One of the things one doesn't get until they are 40 is noticing how the world changes around them. Places that were part of your life for years vanish. Things from the past are gone and forgotten. I miss the big Hotel of the Catskills era, local stores and family friends that pass on.
I fell asleep so tired that I didn't make it to bed. I woke up next to the little Maltese. The girlfriend locked him in the large cage because friends were over. I said it was not needed and the dog would follow me. I went to sleep and he did follow me.
NYC needs new direction and De Blassio only has united everyone in saying he stinks.
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I feel like a stranger in a strange land. The Northern Virginia where I grew up and which I loved is gone. Not quite sure when that happened -- during the 1980's and 1990's.
The mom-and-pop store across from me was demolished in the late 1990's. It had been closed since at least 1972, but the building still stood until the 1990's. At that time, I wrote a piece for the local newspaper: "Goodbye, Old Neighborhood."
I don't think my grandmother would
understand she was in NYC. Her NYC is gone and mine is dying replaced by sterile corporations and frozen yogurt shops.
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