Greg has a special, understated, precise and authentic voice that grabs me, gently, and pulls me along. I'm so glad he's doing these travel/exploration columns and at least some of them can appear here, as well as on his own site.
...thank you for the introduction to Cortland; your description reminds me of two small towns with colleges, both of which I attended: Kirksville, Missouri [Northeast Missouri State College, now Truman State University] and Brockport, New York [State University College at Brockport, now SUNY Brockport]. I have not been to Kirksville since my junior year spent there, and I have not been to the Village of Brockport in decades, either [though you don't have to go anywhere to be haunted by somewhere/something/someone in your past]. / Thanks, again...
Wonderful! Thanks for sharing it! As I have noted previously, “We all have a story to tell in a world full of people who have stories to tell.” Greg’s story is wonderful. Again, thanks!
What fun to see pictures of Cortland, where I had my very first job as the Cornell Cooperative Extension agent, probably about the time when you were throwing those snowballs! Yes, fascinating memories.
Thanks for the trip down Memory Lane about Cortland! I went to college there, but don't remember much about the town, except for a wide, grand road with magnificent homes lining it. Maybe a frat house or two. Any idea what road might fit that profile?
Greg has a special, understated, precise and authentic voice that grabs me, gently, and pulls me along. I'm so glad he's doing these travel/exploration columns and at least some of them can appear here, as well as on his own site.
...thank you for the introduction to Cortland; your description reminds me of two small towns with colleges, both of which I attended: Kirksville, Missouri [Northeast Missouri State College, now Truman State University] and Brockport, New York [State University College at Brockport, now SUNY Brockport]. I have not been to Kirksville since my junior year spent there, and I have not been to the Village of Brockport in decades, either [though you don't have to go anywhere to be haunted by somewhere/something/someone in your past]. / Thanks, again...
Great column about the old hometown!!!
Thanks Ken and Greg! Ken for sharing the space and Greg for the great piece. Everyone should subscribe to Greg's substack blog!
Random.
Could have been Glens Falls or any one of the hundreds of small towns across the US way back when.
Perfect, Greg… Brought back to me of one of my mom’s favorite lines, perhaps from Chaucer? “Time and tide wait for no man…”
Wonderful! Thanks for sharing it! As I have noted previously, “We all have a story to tell in a world full of people who have stories to tell.” Greg’s story is wonderful. Again, thanks!
What fun to see pictures of Cortland, where I had my very first job as the Cornell Cooperative Extension agent, probably about the time when you were throwing those snowballs! Yes, fascinating memories.
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America"
-- Paul Simon "America"
America is in all our hometowns. In our family, friends, and neighbors. In those we love and who love us.
But lately, I think we've all gone to look for America. An America, I fear, that's slowly slipping away now. I hope we're not lost.
Greg, I wish you all the best in your own search.
Thanks for the trip down Memory Lane about Cortland! I went to college there, but don't remember much about the town, except for a wide, grand road with magnificent homes lining it. Maybe a frat house or two. Any idea what road might fit that profile?
Tompkins Street, perhaps?
Thanks for the tour of Cartland, then and now.