Going back
Today I wanted to go to the Sausage Shoppe in Cleveland, it being a favorite of my family’s since I can remember. It was recently featured on Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservation.
My wife and I grew up very close to each other, so after buying some yummy sausage, we drove to each other’s old cribs. First we went to her house which was in decent shape, but was a little more run down since we had see it last. After that, we checked out Denison Elementary where we went to school together (without knowing each other) for about a year. This was one of newest Cleveland public schools when we went there, but 30 years later, it was showing its age.
It’s been years since I’ve been in my old hood. My street which seemed so long when I was a child, stretched for only ten houses or so. The house of my youth was in good shape; tall and white with sensible shutters. The rest of the neighborhood has not faired so well. We saw lots of tagged fences and garages, with a few of them saying “R.I.P.” to some victim.
R.I.P. to my old neighborhood.
