If ever you get it into your head to re-visit your old hometown, the place where you grew up and remember with fondness, be prepared — you might not like what you find.
This piece is worthy of The Moth. I roared, literally out loud. Loved the police blotter.
In my hometown, New Haven, Connecticut, I read, one week ago in my local newspaper, the New Haven Register (no longer based in New Haven - a fact I learned from a one time reporter named Beach) that my beloved downtown was a slum in the 1970s, until a man named Schiavone saved the day. Hmmm….Really? what about Clark’s Dairy? What about Harold’s on College & Crown, or The White Tower just across the street?
Sounds like your childhood home and your adopted home have more than a few things in common.
Hi Craig. Are you confusing me with Mark Zaretsky? He wrote a good story in the Register about Schiavone.
This piece is worthy of The Moth. I roared, literally out loud. Loved the police blotter.
In my hometown, New Haven, Connecticut, I read, one week ago in my local newspaper, the New Haven Register (no longer based in New Haven - a fact I learned from a one time reporter named Beach) that my beloved downtown was a slum in the 1970s, until a man named Schiavone saved the day. Hmmm….Really? what about Clark’s Dairy? What about Harold’s on College & Crown, or The White Tower just across the street?
Sounds like your childhood home and your adopted home have more than a few things in common.
A bittersweet homecoming..Yet youthful
memories remain. Thx for sharing