C is for Cookie by the Cookie Monster – Bring on the cookies! Isn’t this everyone’s first food song?!
Eat the Rich by Motorhead – This band rocks! This is metal…period. Those eighties hair bands got nothing on these guys. Metalli-who?
I grew up in New England, at least until the age of 8. Extended family for the most part remained, and for the last twenty years or so I have spent some vacation time each year with family on the New England coast. Now in my forties with two kids, I find myself reflecting quite a bit on where certain interests and passions come from. All it takes is a brief return to New England to realize where so much originated. I travel the roads driving from family event to tourist site to family event trying to explain this seemingly foreign culture and landscape to the kids in the back seat. I can’t help but think about my youth and what remains. I am a Red Sox, Patriots, Celtics and Bruins fan, have thoroughly enjoyed the last decade or so, and feel comforted by hats and stickers everywhere. I see housing developments hidden behind forests on the outskirts of small towns and realize I think housing developments should cut down a minimum of trees and keep the ponds, roads should have bends, yards should have stone walls and hardware stores should be small and locally-owned. In the fall the forest should explode with color, and it ought to snow enough to plow. On the perimeter of Boston and Providence I adjust to aggressive driving and realize that there’s nothing wrong with using the breakdown lane at rush hour or ignoring your blinker, lest you give the guy behind you a chance to cut you off.
|Aunt Carrie's in Narragansett, Rhode Island|