23rd
Walking to work this morning in my small town I had to walk around the trucks lined up on Main Street, diverging from my normal morning route. I was slightly annoyed as I crossed Maple Street until I saw what they were doing — painting the white line red, white and blue for this weekend’s Memorial Day parade. #Awww. #Life in a small town.
I marched in this parade years ago, year after year, with my two small daughters as their Girl Scout Troop leader. The first year I stood on the sidelines to watch was the year it hit me like a rock that my babies were growing up.
Later this morning I watched as, across the street from the yoga studio where I work, a small store emptied out its various clothing racks, mannequins and going out of business signs. Although I had never even been in the store (hmm), I felt sad as I watched the pickup truck drive away, a tarp over someone’s dream.
Life in a small town. To be continued. Maybe.
Thurston Moore and Chelsea Light Moving at the Bowery Ballroom the other night. Amazing show, loved it!
I love Linda! When I first moved to NYC back in the ‘80’s, I knew not a soul. I used to dance and sing around my apartment along with Linda, she was my only friend, other than Laura (Nyro), Joni (Mitchell), and Neil (Young). My pals, who kept me from being alone. Thanks, you all.
(Source: honorintegritysacrifice, via gorillasndgazebos)
Neil Young & Crazy Horse play Opera Star the other night in Australia. Listen here!