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• 3/5/2010 10:47 PM Tara wrote:
  At least it's still there. Mine is gone. There's an ugly little house where our big, beautiful colonial used to be.
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  1. 3/6/2010 6:25 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
     You've reminded me of that Pretenders song where Chrissie Hynde sings "I went back to Ohio, but my city was gone....'
     
     
     Here are some comments from Facebook, as of 8 a.m. on 3/7 (I used to copy 'em here all the time, so I'd still have 'em if anything happened to my profile there -- maybe I'll start doing it regularly again):
     
     
     
     

     Dirk Kortz, Lucya W.K. Lebid, Tremont ArtWalk and 2 others like this.

     

     Chansonette Buck 

     o john....this is endlessly good. endlessly resonant. and plus pix. perfect. go you.

     Fri at 10:44pm · 

     

     Chansonette Buck 

     plus...such an open space....absolutely anyone and everyone can walk into this poem and inhabit their own history...and feel it. good stuff.

     Fri at 10:45pm · 

     

     John Burroughs 

     Very kind of you, Channie! Thanks....

     Fri at 10:49pm · 

     

     Tara Brennan Okin 

     I don't think there is anything I wouldn't give to go back just one more time.

     Fri at 10:49pm · 

     

     Chansonette Buck 

     not kind at all hon... .... an accurate assessment

     Fri at 10:50pm · 

     

     John Burroughs 

     I was uncomfortable stopping to take pictures, lest someone think me a stalker - so these were snapped during a driveby. I was pleasantly surprised that I got the house in the frame at all (the road curves close to there, so I wasn't looking at the camera's viewfinder). When Dad/step-mom lived there (c. 1980-1998), the house was green and then red. I lived there from spring 1982 through late 1984 (through all of 11th and 12th grades).

     Yesterday at 6:21am · 

     

     Nabina Das 

     love it!

     Yesterday at 9:04am · 

     

     John Burroughs 

     Thank you, Nabina!

     Yesterday at 9:07am · 

     

     Christina Brooks 

     38741...

     10 hours ago · 

     

     Chansonette Buck 

     oh...boy...there's a story there...no?...hope you will write it in some form....i have gone back to houses twice....once to the house in seattle that my mother came to to take me from my father....and just a heartbeat ago to the house we lived in in Santa Fe when i was 9....those houses hold a part of us....

     10 hours ago · 

     

     John Burroughs 

     The title is the house number. Makes it easy when most of the houses/apartments I've lived in are in the same county I live in now....

     about an hour ago 
     
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• 3/6/2010 9:23 PM Anonymous wrote:
  Why bittersweet?
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  1. 3/7/2010 8:00 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
     That takes a book to answer.
     Maybe I'll get it written one of these days.
     
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