Post by David Sechrest on Sept 6, 2006 12:07:16 GMT -5
Most of this decade I missed, as I moved back to Columbus to "stay" sometime around 1997. Sheesh! It's hard to believe it's been almost 10 years!
It was somewhat peculiar moving back to Columbus after 27 years. I searched for pieces of my past, only to find that many had disappeared entirely.
Not only had Columbus changed, but so had I. The days of cruising 25th Street with my high school buddies, and hanging out at the A&W and Jerry's were nothing more than just fleeting glimpses of another time and another me.
Instead of sitting in the A&W with my buddies, I now sat in the parking lot with my kids and told them about those high school days as we ate chili-cheese dogs and sipped on our root beers. We cruised through the old neighborhood in East Columbus and I told them about growing up on Center Street, but Center Street was no longer a street from my childhood. No Russell's Grocery...no bayou on the other side of the railroad tracks...the choir of thoughts from my childhood no longer recognized the songs on the page...
We strolled along Washington Street on our way to the playground inside the Commons Mall. We stopped in Zaharako's and, once again, like a scratched record, I told them about the downtown and Zaharako's and a time when I was their age. The light in their eyes shone different than mine. I tried to tap into it, but it was like tapping on a door where no one is home...
We hung out at Mill Race Park. I told them what things were like before the park and we had fun playing around the covered bridge (and yes, more stories).
Moving back to Columbus was a bitter-sweet experience. It's taken me 10 years to see how I fit into this Columbus.
I think it's finally coming around...
It was somewhat peculiar moving back to Columbus after 27 years. I searched for pieces of my past, only to find that many had disappeared entirely.
Not only had Columbus changed, but so had I. The days of cruising 25th Street with my high school buddies, and hanging out at the A&W and Jerry's were nothing more than just fleeting glimpses of another time and another me.
Instead of sitting in the A&W with my buddies, I now sat in the parking lot with my kids and told them about those high school days as we ate chili-cheese dogs and sipped on our root beers. We cruised through the old neighborhood in East Columbus and I told them about growing up on Center Street, but Center Street was no longer a street from my childhood. No Russell's Grocery...no bayou on the other side of the railroad tracks...the choir of thoughts from my childhood no longer recognized the songs on the page...
We strolled along Washington Street on our way to the playground inside the Commons Mall. We stopped in Zaharako's and, once again, like a scratched record, I told them about the downtown and Zaharako's and a time when I was their age. The light in their eyes shone different than mine. I tried to tap into it, but it was like tapping on a door where no one is home...
We hung out at Mill Race Park. I told them what things were like before the park and we had fun playing around the covered bridge (and yes, more stories).
Moving back to Columbus was a bitter-sweet experience. It's taken me 10 years to see how I fit into this Columbus.
I think it's finally coming around...