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12.24.2002 Rochester Memoirs and Christmas


"'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a drugged up Lotto winner on crack with a hooker on his left arm..."

I was reading the news today. Someone in Rochester won the $25 million Lotto drawing. Finally, someone in Rochester. I remember it was a big event when someone other than a NYC resident won the big drawing. I think the last time it happened, it was some young guy who won $7 million in Webster (a suburb in Rochester), and he blew it all on drugs and women. Gotta love it.

And this, just made me start to feel slightly nostalgic (Rochester, not the $7 million dollars, etc..,)

It's kinda weird. This whole thing. I mean, I was born and raised here in NYC, but it was like I grew up into adulthood while living in Rochester. So, I sort of feel this hometown thing for both places. I mean, for example, I have this Palm Pilot. I love this thing. Every morning, I wake up and before heading out the door for work, I sync it up and grab all the news packaged neatly for offline browsing while I'm sitting on the bus. And of course, two of the things that I get are the New York Times, and the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle.



Then, when I get into work, I go to their respective websites to see all the tidbits that I missed. Alike the Rochester webcam. This thing is a marvel. It sits at the top floor of this one person's apartment and captures 3 images up and down Monroe Avenue (one of the main streets there). It's like my little portal window back into the little city I used to be a part of. Needless to say, I miss it a lot there, and its still a part of me.

I miss the places there, the people. Abbots Frozen Custard, Muscle World Gym, Renaissance. These names, all sound so foreign to anyone who has never heard of these before, but at the same time, are so dear to me. I really can't believe it's been this many years already. And when one leaves a place they've been a part of for so long, one really doesn't think good-bye. One really thinks, 'Well, I'm going to go do this for now, I'll see you in a bit.' Everything will just be the same when I return--just frozen in time. It may be a little self-centered, but I think it may be common—subconsciously, I think that things are like a play. And when I step out of a scene, maybe the scene stops playing, and waits for me to return to then continue onward. Realistically, I know this doesn’t happen.

And the sad thing is that I think I'm starting to realize now that that part of my life belongs in the past. This is not really a bad thing. I'm still in touch with some of the people there--I wish it were more, but oh well... But, I think that their lives are different now too. It's called growth, I guess. But there is melancholy about it all. It's the realization that one can't go back. There's no 'see you later.' There's that phrase, 'You can always go back.' But in this case, there's not. I guess I just miss certain things. I grew up so much there. I have the memories though, and that's what counts the most.

This isn't a call for psychoanalysis and things in my life now are actually pretty good. No reason for escape. But oh, if you must, .

I've also been thinking a lot about what I want for Christmas. (Mood change.) Hmm.. what to get, what to get. Well, I know that, well, I *think* that Elizabeth is getting me a new Palm Pilot. There's a new model out that just looks so snazzy cool and I actually use mine a lot. Not like I really need a new one, but the new one, need I remind you that it's just so snazzy cool?! See? Mine is pretty nifty already, but its not color. And, it doesn't play MP3s. And it doesn't do this and doesn't do that.

Well, there's only 1 more shopping day till Christmas, so high-tail your butt over to Target or some other sad store that still is open late enough--take the last item that still left on the shelf and wrap it in that corny paper that's left in aisle 15, and maybe that's what he or she will be gettin' for Ol' Saint Nick's day... um, or not. Maybe you've planned out things better than I have.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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...One thing is that no matter how old I am, I probably will not like being called sir or mister, for they have always seemed too far out of reach...

  

 
 

 
 

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