Deadsplinter Up! All Night: Home

Home is where I want to be

I’ve returned from my two weeks in the big city, and it’s good to touch the green green grass of home, let me tell you. Except in those two weeks that green green grass has grown to halfway to my knees, so I better commence to mowing soon. The power went out during a big storm while we were away and we had to clean out some of the stuff in the fridge, but other than that everything is just fine.

Chicago was great, but I feel a bit like an outsider now. I seem to have unlearned all my urban coping skills. I kept finding myself making eye contact with people on the street and smiling and starting up conversations and people would generally look at me like I had a bit of a screw loose. Around here in the hills, people talk to each other. Smile at each other. Ask about your family even when they don’t know your family. It’s nice. Even all the cops around my little town know who I am and where I live. I know this because I sat with a bunch of them at the local pancake breakfast at the school when they had the fundraiser. I guess I’m country folks now. There are worse things to be.

I spent most of my time in Chicago training with my martial arts teacher, so I could become a better teacher myself. He put me through the wringer, but now I feel pretty great. We saw our daughter who is doing well and heard some live music at Phyllis’ Musical Inn and Dorian’s which are owned by old friends. Another old friend passed away the week before I went up there, and I got to go to his memorial where I reconnected with some old friends who somehow survived our crazy youthful lifestyles. Truth be told, I don’t know how any of us made it this long.

Here are some songs about home, being home, missing home, etc. I missed you guys, you know. Thanks for coming out.

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10 Comments

  1. Welcome back @luigi-vuoto! I’m trying to plan a trip to Pittsburgh, the Paris of Appalachia, but am having trouble coordinating dates with everyone I want to see. It’s always a little sad when I go, I’m not the same person I was when I lived there and it doesn’t really feel like home anymore.

    Big Joe Williams – Back Home Blues

     

     

     

  2. welcome back 🙂

    missus and daughter were supposed to come back home tonight…..but well the missus picked a flight that was sposed to land with just enough minutes spare to get the last train home from amsterdam…..and it got delayed…so they are going to be stuck at schiphol till morning

    ive resisted the urge to point out i mentioned that could happen soon as she picked the flight…and figure as long as i strategically never ever mention it i probably wont get murdered

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