Just heard this song for the first time in a while.
Not exactly like my little neighborhood, but made me miss Lake Terrace and Louisiana, all the same. No place like home, no matter how much I critique it. In my heart, "I'll never leave my block; my ****** need me."
And, oh my God, I need them.
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It's funny how that place we came from keeps a line tied to us and every now and then, tugs it.
A friend said people who grew up during the depression are (among other things) persevering, resourceful, and stoic. I thought of Lucille Clifton:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XM7q_DUk5wU
I thought you might like this poem as much as I do.
Thanks, Anita
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