Nostalgia-land

I have been travelling in Nostalgia-Land lately, with entries from people I used to know appearing out of nowhere. Mike Quay, Eddie Jackson, David Goldin, etc. It takes me back to Little League and Pop Warner and High School basketball and so on. Of course, I could do without the talk about children and grandchildren and pets. Agghhh.

I would like to go listen to some live music. When we got old enough to go into a place where they served alcahol and the drinking age was 18, then about the middle of high school became an endless succession of music concerts and performers in bars and going down to Underground Atlanta and The Great Southeast Music Hall and Chelsea Pub and even little places in the back of office buildings on Buford Highway.

Literally, the first place I ever saw Ron Kimble, who is still performing, was in a small office in the back of a series of office buildings on Buford Highway. It was just down from Chi-Chi's, which was the first Mexican restaurant I went to, and certainly wouldn't survive the restaurant environment on Buford Highway with all the Asians and Hispanics who run restaurants and businesses on Buford Highway these days.

I was amazed. I looked on a google map at three different places I used to live when I was growing up. Indianapolis, Huntsville and Hopkinsville. I can't remember which one it was, but the racial makeup of the neighborhood I lived in as predominately Hispanic. I was floored. I think it was our old neighborhood in Indianapolis. I don't offer that as a criticism, but just the nature of change.

I would like to visit all those places again. To see the old neighborhoods and such. To take notice of the change.

The more things change, the more I get older and wish I could see it again.