Hypocrisy
As much complaining as I do about my home suburb, I sure look at it backwards. The neighborhood in which my parents now live used to depress me — you get the sense that nobody under the age of 60 lives here — yet it might be one of the few remaining authentic neighborhoods this city has. Decades-old oaks and elms shield ’50s ranch-style houses. This is where the Boomers spent their childhood, playing baseball in the streets of this newly-developed suburb before riding their bikes to Cock Robin.
In reality I should be grateful that a place like this still exists. It’s the kind of place The Clientele or I Like might write about.
And as long as I’m in a generous mood, here’s a Flickr set of some of the more photogenic parts of our suburbs.
i totally forgot that you grew up in naperville too. my family moved to denver when i was 6, so i dont remember much, but i remember that my back yard was an abandoned nike missile silo. apparently somebody built an office building there at some point, though: http://maps.google.com/maps/mm?ie=UTF8&hl=en&ll=41.797934,-88.1468&spn=0.002072,0.006866&t=h&z=18
Up by Diehl and Washington, huh…looks like you would have been a Huskie too.