Oh Man! This is the kind of storytelling that makes you feel the impermanence of your high school stairwells and the many things that happened there, and realize that you never grasped what you had until you didn't. It's like listening to the music of the past even as your dreams steep you in the future.
But this piece is also a moment of prescient warning...
What will we lose if we don't take care to preserve it? What do those losses mean?
And then, we'll be wondering around like a body, lost in a blizzard, wondering how to make it back to the only home we ever knew.
The suffering of lost connection is so real and so visceral in your pieces Adam. Thank you for writing. 🙏
Deeply felt, and sharply observed. Your insight at the end had some perfect turns of phrase, paired with generous and potent wisdom. Made me want some chicken tenders and cherry pie from Finnegan's: deep chords of nostalgia struck here
take care! I enjoy your column, this one was especially good, reminded me of where I grew up and places I'd gone with my dad
Love that, thank you 🙏
Oh Man! This is the kind of storytelling that makes you feel the impermanence of your high school stairwells and the many things that happened there, and realize that you never grasped what you had until you didn't. It's like listening to the music of the past even as your dreams steep you in the future.
But this piece is also a moment of prescient warning...
What will we lose if we don't take care to preserve it? What do those losses mean?
And then, we'll be wondering around like a body, lost in a blizzard, wondering how to make it back to the only home we ever knew.
The suffering of lost connection is so real and so visceral in your pieces Adam. Thank you for writing. 🙏
Another great piece, Adam. Your writing always draws us in.
🥹 🙏🏼
Deeply felt, and sharply observed. Your insight at the end had some perfect turns of phrase, paired with generous and potent wisdom. Made me want some chicken tenders and cherry pie from Finnegan's: deep chords of nostalgia struck here
Well, garden season is upon us and the plants are coming out of their winter torpor.....
Always appreciate the kind words, Dean. And don’t worry, I won’t. 🌱