There are certain things that trigger memories of childhood for everyone. Sights, smells, songs, foods, textures....
When something triggers an old memory for me, it always seems like I am viewing the memory through a sepia-toned filter. Everything seems warm, a little yellowed with age, and static....frozen in time just the way I remember it, never changing.
Being away from home means being away from Chicago. Plainly put, my heart feels beaten and ripped sometimes because I miss it so much. I think I haven't really settled into Tacoma and the Northwest yet because I am having such a hard time letting go of the Midwest.
But you know what they say: laughter is the best medicine. As a physician, I can attest to that fact. What better way to kill 2 with 1 than this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNPp6x7j9I8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MxPoxxt7n0
I think John Hughes and I would have been great friends. RIP, John.
An entry dedicated to Chicago, the Midwest, and everything I like about it (and the few things I don't) is on my to-do list. But like a PERSONAL STATEMENT (also in the works), it is not something easily tackled. But it's on there.
As a token of how much the Windy City means to me, I even watched The Lake House. And.....hey, it wasn't that bad. Right?
Wow, this relationship might be a touch unhealthy.
*Addendum: I googled "rose-colored glass" and the first hit after the dictionary was for a play called "Rose Colored Glass" set in 1938 Chicago. Coincidence? I think NOT! Actually, it probably was coincidence.
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