After Phoenix and Denver and a handful of days in Atlanta, I flew to the first place I knew as home. And I wasn't in Michigan. NTID had their 50th reunion and I felt I wanted to be a part so I flew up. The five days I was in Rochester was the longest I'd been there since I'd left in 2011.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Marketplace Mall was familiar, though the Bon-Ton was closed. I could never really get behind the Bon-Ton; I was always a McKurdy's man. Or was it McKirdy's? I don't remember, but it was that before it was Bon-Ton. Anyway, both are closed now, but Henrietta Hots is still open! And they still have that vat of pickles and Tekken 3. I didn't find time to make my way to Country Sweet, but there's a Duff's now where a Friendly's used to be. Of course, I had to make my way to Wegmans.
Rochester feels comfortable in a way no other place has. I lived in Buffalo for thereabouts 8 years and I'm coming up on the same for Atlanta, but Rochester is the only place where I'll keep driving without a GPS because eventually I'll see something familiar and will navigate home.
It wasn't all food and driving -- I did have the pleasure of seeing some friends. Not all by any means, but my baseball buddy Mike (the no longer anonymous) and his wife opened their home so some familiar faces could catch up and play games. Felt good and was well needed.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Marketplace Mall was familiar, though the Bon-Ton was closed. I could never really get behind the Bon-Ton; I was always a McKurdy's man. Or was it McKirdy's? I don't remember, but it was that before it was Bon-Ton. Anyway, both are closed now, but Henrietta Hots is still open! And they still have that vat of pickles and Tekken 3. I didn't find time to make my way to Country Sweet, but there's a Duff's now where a Friendly's used to be. Of course, I had to make my way to Wegmans.
Rochester feels comfortable in a way no other place has. I lived in Buffalo for thereabouts 8 years and I'm coming up on the same for Atlanta, but Rochester is the only place where I'll keep driving without a GPS because eventually I'll see something familiar and will navigate home.
It wasn't all food and driving -- I did have the pleasure of seeing some friends. Not all by any means, but my baseball buddy Mike (the no longer anonymous) and his wife opened their home so some familiar faces could catch up and play games. Felt good and was well needed.
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