nostalgia – Page 10 – Sam's Online Journal

May 26, 2013May 30, 2013

Place I Called Home

You know, people asked me if I was going home, and I honestly didn’t know how to answer them. If I’m being honest with myself, this place is no longer home, but in place and at times it still feels like it. When I go down to South Street, even though it has changed so … Continue reading Place I Called Home

April 23, 2013April 23, 2013

First Grade Reasoning

Do you remember, when you were a kid, in first grade or whatever, making a pencil holder out of popsicle sticks for your mother? It could have been for Mother’s Day, or for her birthday, or for just some random Thursday because your teacher ran out of the “cool” projects to do, and it was … Continue reading First Grade Reasoning

April 16, 2013April 16, 2013

Street Kings

I used to stroll the streets with a jaunty flair, slide stepping past storefronts and barber shops, hands in pockets, denim lined with a smoother texture. Feet encased in ratty sneakers, scuffed and worn thin. Passing public buses full of people going to and from school, work and the street corners. Yes, the street corner … Continue reading Street Kings

March 27, 2013March 27, 2013

Special Moments

Some of our most special, most profound moments happen when only we can remember them as such after the fact, in the telling. As I think back over my life to this point, this rings true again and again. I remember when I was six and my nana was watching me and my sister for … Continue reading Special Moments

March 25, 2013March 25, 2013

What’s Old is New Again

Have you noticed how things come around again, and again, and again? There really is nothing new under the sun, and yet we treat the next “new” trend like it’s god appearing for the very first time on this earth. We are humbled, we revere it, and we willingly give our money and time to … Continue reading What’s Old is New Again

December 31, 2012August 31, 2014

88 Miles Per Hour

I, too, wanted to own a DeLorean. The first time I saw Back to the Future was in 1989, complements of my mother’s inability to stretch ratings so that PG-13 might be watchable by, say, an 11-year old. So I missed it on the big screen, a regret I hope to rectify once the 30th … Continue reading 88 Miles Per Hour