Richmond Hill

It's my hood. And I have stayed here through all the changes and it's still my hood.


I realize now that what I might love most...is that my kids have a sense of it too...they love it too. And their experience is different of course. But also the same in some ways..

It's a very folksey place. And I have come to realize we are kind of well known and loved here

And no matter what happens now..where ever they go and whatever they do..
We will always have Richmond Hill.

It's a precious time. I don't fear the empty nest. In fact I look forward to living alone..
But this is a very precious time right now

memories

I need to write more. Things seem to keep on coming back to me.

I went to visit some NYC colleges in the the city with my dad...cause I knew I would want to go in the city. I was 18 and you know how you can feel like your parents are just too involved at that age. I was trying to make MY decision. So actually... I realize now there were some good choices and places that wanted me...I even had a full scholarship to one.

Anyhow, we are in this one place...they slap a name tag on me..show us around...and tell me I can go visit any class in progress I want to. I don't want to. I could see how they were presenting it., but I knew no class was expecting it...I wasn't into just walking into it. I was satisfied to talk to people and kind of get the lay of the land.
So, my dad is saying..."let's go to a class" and I am saying "no". We are walking though a hallway. I don't like that he is pressing it. I said NO.. I am not going. I've seen what I need to see.
And he yells at me "you are a doo doo!"
And I yell back "I am NOT a doo doo!"

I think I even yelled back that HE was.
But at the same time I couldn't help but see the comedy in the moment...and that if anyone was catching our fight..

At that point in time college seemed sooo big and so adult, and here I am having a doo doo argument with my father.