Northport

Dear Northport,

 

Thank you. 

I was fortunate to grow up in the same house for 28 years. That house is filled with ghosts and chaos but outside of that house was a small town in the middle of a big world. 

 

I was surrounded by people who worked for the local fire department, police department, generations and generations who stayed and lived and lived in this one little town. Townies that knew your name, your family, your story. I was fortunate enough to be scared to do something "bad" (although I often did) because all the adults out that night new my mom. Spies everywhere. 

 

Even today a local 47 year old man who lived in the same town and drank in the same bar all of his life passed away suddenly and was loved like a celebrity. I knew him as a child, my sisters high school sweetheart back then he was my brother. 

 

Actually he has always been my brother. That's the thing about growing up in a town like Northport. You were the first ones to reach out when my life got turned upside down and the last ones to stick around and help clean up after the fire.

 

People come into your life at the moment trauma hits but family sticks around year after year to help with the aftermath. Northport is family no matter how far away or how many years have gone by I will meet you in the café and have nothing but love for any of you.