I remember the first time I came to
When the water tower loomed high above the road I did not see the gigantic phallus that so many instantly let cloud their vision. Old brick and floral arrangements caught my eye. The water tower stood to me as a symbol of
We drove up
I have an artifact to that joy. My last stop was to get my picture taken for my student id. A legendary picture in my own mind, I am giving the biggest grin, and although it is cut off by the small frame on the card, I am giving a thumbs up. Yes, this is in part a fake smile part of my goofiness shining through, but I didn’t do it at the time to show off, I did it out of the most intense feeling of happiness. Well, that and I had not learned how to take picture yet, but the same person who drove me aptly instructed me before her wedding on how to smile. Most times I use the id I get a compliment on the photo and that day comes back to me. Before coming up
The beginning and end of a moment, of an event, of a period of an era is slippery and elusive. My traveling up
Coming up Cross Street that day marks a beginning because it is a first, a first look at a place that is now a text that evokes and reads of…well, everything.