…Local Radio Appreciation
I was coming down Front Street
heading towards the water
passing buildings on either side
when it hit me
Not stores anymore
Not busy sidewalks or
And I felt a longing for stores
such as Greenley’s book store
or Geens pharmacy.
My car was moving forward.
An old Cadillac sucking gas
floating along – a boat on springs.
I had the local radio going this early morning.
Mitchell waking me since my childhood with
Tim breaking news at 9 am before
Brooker talked on Open Line tradition since Milt Johnson.
I thought about conversations while driving
people comparing downtown to
a war zone
and I thought
It’s not war-torn.
Historic Britain could tell you
stories about war-torn buildings
telling you about the days of the Blitz.
this was different.
This was unfortunate neglect and opportunities lost.
I remembered the Bohemian Penguin
a place where I met a girl.
We put quarters in the gaps between the brick
within the old bar
promising each other we would always have
25 cents hidden to call one another.
I think of those same gaps in the brick now….
What was happening?
If I listened to the Open line show
the general public had their own ideas of
who to point the finger towards
but general public usually only has general knowledge.
The caddy proceeded through
passing between the empty buildings –
lost independent stores and empty sidewalks….
I drove along thinking of time.
Sat at the stop lights and closed my eyes for a moment.
This is a beautiful town no matter her troubles.
It just needed the return to heritage pride
and a bakery open once more wafting over crowded sidewalks……