nostalgia – Page 30 – 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

May 24, 2013May 24, 2013

Time Was…

Time was on the block when kids just ran wild. There weren’t no adult supervision, weren’t no curfew, weren’t no nothing ‘cept for the kids, their imaginations, and the cars. Oh yes, the cars. See, we pretended those cars were ours on the block, no matter who they really belonged to. When it was afternoon … Continue reading Time Was…

May 3, 2013May 3, 2013

The Hijacked Hydrant (Summer of ’85)

We stood under the cascading flow of water arcing up from the hijacked hydrant, a bevy of hands diverting the flow so it could rain down on us. We stood there, the boys in white briefs, the girls in multicolored panties, our improvised bathing suits because there was never enough forewarning about when it would … Continue reading The Hijacked Hydrant (Summer of ’85)

April 24, 2013

For the Love of Winnie Cooper

I’ll admit it. I was in love with Winnie Cooper. Every Wednesday night at eight o’clock she entered my world and refused to leave until eight thirty, a vision in bell bottoms and flowered-print shirts, with the cutest glasses I had ever seen on another human being. Yes, it hurt that she was in love … Continue reading For the Love of Winnie Cooper

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