What a Beautiful City

 

I went on, for years, without taking the time to appreciate the structures, strange roads and train bridges.  The variety of corner stores.  The feeling I get when I walk into George’s or Cape Cod Cafe or Christo’s.  The history of this magical place. 

I’d been constantly bombarded by people’s opinions of how bad they think it is, or how it isn’t what it once was…  Well it is what it was…  It’s the same land our parents and grandparents ran on.  For all the good fortune and great events that have gone on in this city for years it is sad to me to hear people put it down.  I see the city as being in a brutal fight with a badly swollen eye.  I’ve seen the the city out in the early morning hours training in the streets, and I know the city has more heart and grit and no swollen eye could take it down…  Just one hard right hook and the city retains it’s title:  THE City of Champions…

~ by brocktonthebush on March 17, 2008.