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I'm just really wondering what Fayetteville, AR (my hometown) is like right now. I'm missing Restaurant on the Corner, the Grill, The Dream Merchant, Flying Possom Leather--ok so all of Dickson Street and Hugos (where I used to work).
Is it all still there? Would I recognize any of it? What is the music scene like? What about the friends still there I've lost touch with--we're all getting up there now.
I haven't been back in about 9 years. I did visit in Xmess 1999, but that was the year I didn't get to see anything, to show James anything and instead fought with my family in hotel rooms and ended up back with friends in Tulsa, not having that macho nacho at Hugo's and their fake cappuccino or the submarine sandwich at ROTC.
It's because I realized last night--Gypsy (Amy) is still with me--the way I make friends now--sort of running at new people like a friendly puppy --is just how she made friends...how she made friends with me. I miss her...has it really been so long? And I can't remember when she died, but it has to be more than 10 years now, around 1990...But I can remember how she lived and who she was.
Is it all still there? Would I recognize any of it? What is the music scene like? What about the friends still there I've lost touch with--we're all getting up there now.
I haven't been back in about 9 years. I did visit in Xmess 1999, but that was the year I didn't get to see anything, to show James anything and instead fought with my family in hotel rooms and ended up back with friends in Tulsa, not having that macho nacho at Hugo's and their fake cappuccino or the submarine sandwich at ROTC.
It's because I realized last night--Gypsy (Amy) is still with me--the way I make friends now--sort of running at new people like a friendly puppy --is just how she made friends...how she made friends with me. I miss her...has it really been so long? And I can't remember when she died, but it has to be more than 10 years now, around 1990...But I can remember how she lived and who she was.
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One other thing I always hated about the Bay Area was how people there were so surprised to find that culture exists outside of their twee little world. Like if I were in total Bay Area mode, I'd say, "You're from Arkansas? Of all places!" (Like, no one from there should know how to read or write or think or take challenging positions or whatever.)
I promise I can do more than bitch about the Bay Area and stupid people. Honest I can...
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And, once again I have to say, its my home. I still love it. Sure its full of stupid SUV driving butt heads who talk out of their asses. But I still love it.
On a different tack - I think its our job to remember our dead. Truly. They aren't dead if you take them with you and remember who they were and how they talked and how they held their cigarettes or acted like puppies sometimes or sang tunelessly or had this goofy habit of pulling on their ears when they were nervous.
There.
I said it.
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