Wanna Go Where Electricity Ends

I love Brooklyn. There are so many amazing things about it. The people can be brilliant. But sometimes we dream on moving the hell outta here. Either to the west or maybe even back to the midwest which is really crazy talk. Could it be as cool as we remember? You know it never is, right?

I was recalling when I was very young and in our first house on Schele Ave in Fort Wayne, Indiana. My mom had a beautiful garden that ran down this hill in the back yard and ended in a small creek next to a woods. We had apple trees and mulberry bushes that produced huge black juicy berries that I ate the hell out of and shared with lots of pretty birds. And rhubarbs that I could just pick and dip in salt and eat right on the spot. I would make mud pies and cakes and I'd decorate them with all the colorful flower petals. I played in the creek and woods all day. Sounds great doesn't it?

But in reality we lived in a not so nice neighborhood. It was on the other side of the tracks literally and near all the factories and it wasn't beautiful. That little creek often turned white or orange depending on what they'd dump in it and it always smelled like oil. When you could see through to the bottom you'd see old bikes and cans, bottles and car tires. A lot of lunatics were in the neighborhood and it wasn't really safe for me to just play out by myself. But when you're little all you need is a sunny day and life is perfect.

Brooklyn can be beautiful but not always and not everywhere. And that is very apparent on any given day.





We sort of did the rushed breakfast today, just stopped at the corner dinerwhile doing chores and running errands. We had grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato and bacon, side of fries and coleslaw. They never disappoint at Academy Diner. Its always good and fast and cheap. We love that place. We inhaled that and then trudged through the dirty snow wondering if we would end up missing all the new stuff that we find beautiful and great here on a sunny day.