Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year

January 1st. Hard to believe it's here. Haven't really thought about the coming year. Maybe because we spent the Christmas holiday in Youngstown, Ohio with Anne's folks, and I did alot of reflecting there. One thing for sure. Finding it harder to go back to Youngstown, and easier to leave. Enjoy my in-laws, but miss my folks. A true reminder of the years passing & how things change. Seeing where I grew up, friends gone. Some died, others just moved on. More change. Still connected with most of my cousins, Our Lady of Mt. Carmel church, my brother in spirit..Dave C., and a few HS friends. Still feel a sense of identity & roots there, though I planted my roots in Nashville some 32 years ago. Interesting to see my hometown through my children's eyes. My cousin's restaurant(Hey Dad, how are we related lost me..?), Handels Ice Cream, & Mill Creek Park. Glad I gave them a different opportunity to grow up in though. Much like my grandparents did for us in leaving Sicily & Italy. Glad for the upbringing of my own folks, who gave me their many gifts, including their gift of letting go. So I guess my new year spirit of reflection really started last week, as I was visiting Y-Town for Christmas week, & then leaving Youngstown on Dec. 27th, heading back home with my wife, daughter(in from Boston), and teen aged son. Reflecting on the past & future, closing out another year heading out on 1-80 West, welcoming a change of scenery as we headed home, and looking in the rear-view mirror reminding myself of why I left Youngstown in the first place. Situations change, dreams change, and I guess I've changed, too. Still, I recall the words from Paul Simon's little known verse of The Boxer. "Changes upon changes we are more or less the same." So...maybe things haven't changed that much at all. Here's to another year of reaching for those old & new dreams & enjoying life con mi familia & mi amicos. Love to all..Happy New Year. Tom

1 comment:

Ray Martin Cerimeli said...

Nice reflection on your trip to Youngstown! I think of you and me at Oblio's pub strumming Paul Simon songs with Ed Oneal serving dark beer standing behind the bar telling jokes.
I remember that half way house you worked at on the North Side, and how that poor girl,(Gabe I think her name was) was found in the tub.
I also can remember the leaves changing in Mill Creek Park and your song Rainy Day. Joe Beatrice's Woodbine studio and the sessions we did there with Gary, Peach, Mick and the rest of the crew.
I remember your mom & dad and the warm feeling I'd get from them when I came over to see you.
Yea, soft voices and 12 string guitars. All eternity lay before us....shimmering and calling for us to move out and up. How blessed we were to know each other then. How blessed we are to know each other now.
Tools is a wonderful book, a treasure of intergenerational interaction! I look forward to your next project.
This is going to be a great year!