Holly Week 1986

The good life to me is never having to go back, but being always able to go home... Staying in the now, being mature enough to handle what life dishes out....To live and let live. It is Easter week. The weather is cold and damp just like I remembered it as a kid. I had to walk over to the other side of the city, from South Main Street to where Harris Furs used to be. I then passed the old Gaslight Club. It was no longer there. I looked up and thought I saw the Outlet Company. That was gone too. The Mayor's father was in front of an old building looking like he might stroke out any minute. In front of the old, loew's State Theater people were hurrying by. They looked different than the people on South Main Street, I had become used to uptown people.. On one of the side streets was an old bar, I think it was called The Safari, and I remember the day I went in there. The journey back was an eye-opener too. People were hurrying to get their lunches in places I would never go into today. I eat much lighter now with a lot less fat and fried foods, and that is not because of my age, but by choice. I don't like ôgetting thirsty without being able to have a cold beer after, so I stick more to vegetables and fruit I was overwhelmed with the past by the time I reached The Arcade. The people in there were middle of the road, something like Shepherd's Tearoom used to be. I decided on an eggplant sandwich and stood in line with my fellow man to order it. I picked up my supplies at Weiss's and marched in the cold and the damp till I reached my office and place of business. Thank you God for this new life I have. When the newness of it wears off, I will take another walk down memory lane.

Copyright Ruth Mahoney