Marilyn's Music

So, I just spent an hour walking around my home town, Hudson. Warren Street. I made an effort to remember as many things as I could about each place as I passed. There are so many. Promenade Hill Center. The apartment I almost rented, but I had to go through the closet to get to the bathroom. Later it was a crack house... when I worked. (I had an apartment on Union Street when I was still renting. The bathroom and clos across et occupied the same space. Might be a thing in Hudson, I guess) Steiners. Jasons Upstairs Bar. Wunderbar, originally Lawrences. State Bar and Grill just down 7th. 

 I, sort of, feel the ghosts. Hudson does have a past. And so do I. Well, so do you, lol. 

 And then there is the art. Lots of openings in town tonight. Actually, lots of people. The air is one of expectation. Excitement. Possibility. Maybe all cities feel that way to me??? But this is my city. 

And, I am feeling a need to connect. Connect with who I was and who I am. Yeah, at 69. Such an adolescent. LOL. 

 As I walk around here, thinking, I realize — yeah, I liked that time. I was in flux then too, wondering what was next, but not LOOKING so much as falling into it. Maybe that was because I was young? It was easier to see the possibilities. Maybe my next step is right in front of me and I just don't see it. Or maybe I am not ready for it. Well, I have had a bit of a slump lately, but I'm heading back up again. It will come, that next step.