Archive for July 2008

Welcome to small town America.
It’s quite quaint and quiet but we talk a little more.
This is Main Street.
A commerce filled boulevard of barber shops and butcher shops, blacksmiths and ice cream parlors.
Ah, can’t forget the general store.
Empty streets and old cars parked in slanted parking spots, kissing the sidewalk.
Bright pale colors.
Reds, blues, greens, white.
White.
The smell of Autumn every day of the year.
A smile and a “Hello” behind every door.
And behind these brick walls of stores rests your new start.
Aisles and aisles of houses packed neatly.
Some quite old and some even newer but still aged.
On Maple Lane is where you will reside.
Over there, in the yellow one with the garage, that’s Joey the barber’s.
2 doors down lives Mike the butcher and wife.
And that house right there, in between them, with the white fence, that one’s yours.
It comes equipped with a lack of responsibility, a fresh rep. and, most importantly, a jacuzzi for the long days.
Mrs. Adamsworth, from across the street, is jealous.
Everyone on the block already knows your name but don’t fright, everything they said was nice.
Oh, and 4 doors down and across the street lives Melanie or Mel, whichever you prefer.
She lives in the cute little seagreen house with the white window panes.
She’s the one that will take your vows one day and, don’t worry, she’s already got her eye on you.
She’s got bright blonde hair and these big green eyes.
She likes jazz and Van Gogh, Back To The Future and Pleasantville.
She’s never ruled out that her life could be like The Truman Show
and she loves the rain.
Gloomy days are perfect for anything and she’s gotta sleep with the air conditioner on.
And as you dream she sees the skyline of Chicago, at night, from the 50th floor balcony.
She grew up on Boy Meets World and Family Matters, Home Improvement and MTV
And she’s convinced that Football is divinely inspired.
Doesn’t drink coffee much but will sip on your hot chocolate.
Her quarterback will always be Brett Favre and will wake with you to watch a 4 a.m. tennis match from the All England Club.
She likes sprinkles atop her ice cream and pizza is a love but her specialty is lasagna and for dessert, some carrot cake.
She’d rather eat at Mel’s than McDonalds and a cozy night in is always one better than a night on the town.
Don’t get her wrong though.
She’s always down for a dance in the middle of central park under the city lights.
She listens to almost everything and her favorite CD is still Tragic Kingdom,
But any acoustic anything will melt her heart.
She votes Republican, I know you can’t win ’em all.
It’s only ’cause her mama does, but she spells God: L-O-V-E.
She doesnt mind seeing the world from the book sitting at the fireplace but would hop on the first flight to Palermo or Edinburgh or Dublin.
Did I mention that she loves the rain?
You’re on your own from here and I know you know the way back.
This is the beginning of your new life.
Everyone here is so fond.
Just remember… The way back doesn’t always lead home.
Never forget that…