my hometown

I grew up in a defunct steel town. Cold winters, hot summers, good pizza, dunkin donuts, Wawa, etc. Billy Joel wrote a song about it. Summers were spent on the Jersey beaches. I learned to drive on narrow country roads between the "holy cities". Trips to Philly where my Uncle and I would race each other on the art museum stairs and then jump up and down like Rocky. I grew up being forced to love Bruce Springsteen. I could never escape there fast enough and I now find myself longing for those things again. I recently found a bunch of these photos online. I'm using these images to "hold me over" until my next trip back east.

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