I guess it’s safe to say that we became strangers a while back. Departure from this used up town puts the fear into me more often than it should. My shoebox is almost full and although temperatures are beginning to introduce my old friend summer, my feet are becoming cold. Reasons for staying do not actually exist. They are self-made. My life here is nothing but the past. It has been ten years since I first became a resident. That’s half my life. I like what I’ve become but it is time to shed this winter coat.
May 2, 1999