I told my urban design friends this evening that I want them to come out with me tomorrow for a bluegrass night at a Central Square bar. After trying to explain "bluegrass" to my friends from India, Greece, China, and Italy ("Like 'O Brother Where Art Thou,' a bit," was my best effort, but when I actually brought out hard-core banjo picking, they
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I realized that makes it sound really dry and boring, so I'll add that it's also a great novel.
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I have to admit that this brought about one of those knee-jerk, "Nooo!" reactions upon first reading it. But then I was reminded of how I drove through downtown Reading a few weeks ago and contemplated how lovely the surrounding hills in their vibrant fall colors, and the row homes bursting at their seams with the character suburbia lacks, and the diversity of people who honestly and truly call this city Home are. It's taken 28 years, but I think I can honestly say that I love my city. Part of that is loving what it once was more than what it's become, but I still feel like this is a huge step for me. My desire to mostly hide from it way out in the country with the cows hasn't changed, though :)
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I'm glad you see some beauty in the city, even though I know you will never, ever, ever live there - and that's okay!
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