Some Words

Just went drinking with my old friend Shea and his wife Allison. I’m home for the holidays, such as they are.

There’s something weird about going home to a small mid-western town. It might not be the same for other people, but my hometown has been growing fairly quickly over the past several years. Every time I’m home there are new buildings up, and I’m always surprised by the number that get torn down. This visit was no different, as the main strip had lost about a quarter of the buildings I knew growing up. Also, apparently what once was ‘Downtown’ no longe qualifies. The suitably distainful now call it ‘Old Town.’ How quaint.

Writing has been sadly lacking for the past few days, putting my goal for the end of the month in serious peril. At this point I would need to do about 3,000 words a day to make the goal. Difficult, but not impossible. It all depends on the next few days, when I’m stuck in a car for long periods of time.

And on a totaly random note, which I will justify by saying that I am drunk, how come, in the notes at the end of game writeups, they tell me all the celebs who were there? Actually, this isn’t about the celebs, this is about how they tell me that a guy from a local team in another damn sport was there. Why am I supposed to care if a guy from the Tigers went to the Redwings game?