My irregular musings on city life, politics, baseball, roller derby, and whatever happens to be getting my goat today.

Saturday, March 25, 2006


This afternoon I found the blog of a friend from my college and Columbus days. (Actually he tried to tell me about it months ago but I didn't see it due to my ongoing email nighmare.) Brett is of the better writers I've known, so I added him to my Links section. The blog does what I'd like to do with this space - record and communicate the vicissitudes of life in a specific geographic, social, political and cultural context.

Brett's context is obviously quite a bit different from mine, perhaps that's why I find this post so unexpectedly moving. Don't get me wrong, I love being a city boy - I'm just an urban person, most at home watching millions of stories play out at one in one creative, interwoven mess. But I haven't heard silence, or seen the stars, in a long, long time, and sometimes I miss those things a great deal.


Wells said...

I know that guy! And he is still drinking Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Good man...

Fargo said...

Thanks for sharing that link. I enjoyed Brett's writing.