If you've ever known anyone who used a lobster trap and a piece of glass to make a coffee table, this post is for you...
(Don't worry, I'll spare you all the "You know you're a New Englander when... " jokes.)
Maybe you were born and raised in New England as I was, or maybe you spent some college time in the great Northeast. Either way, you probably get pangs of homesickness every once in a while.
What do you miss?
I miss the ocean, most of all. I spent my teen years in an apartment that overlooked a cove off of Long Island Sound. I could sit in my window seat (yes, charming indeed) and watch the water for hours. When I was a kid, my friends and I didn't hang out in malls or in 7-11 parking lots; we hung out on the docks. (Hm. That sounds way more badass than it actually was.) I miss the sounds and smells of boats and seaweed and waves.
I miss lobster. When I was a kid, my grandparents lived next door to a lobster fisherman (who turned out to also be a coke dealer, but that's neither here nor there), so we had lobster a couple of times a week during the summer.
I'm not much of a Fribble person, but I do miss going to Friendly's and ordering a grilled blueberry muffin. Does ANYONE in Louisville put muffins on the grill? If not, why not?
I miss maze-y stone walls that lead nowhere and enclose nothing.
I miss my family's North-Shore-of-Boston accent, an accent that I escaped inheriting when I moved to Connecticut at age 13. Just a couple of days ago, I showed my students a video interview with someone from Braintree, MA (a construction worker reading Whitman), and someone said, "Listen to that ludicrous accent!" And I said, "Hey, be nice. 75% of my family sounds just like that."
And although I'm not much of a donut-eater, I miss Dunks. Dunks = home.
In honor of the soon-to-open first stand-alone Dunkin' Donuts in the city, I'm putting together a New England Transplant mailing list with the expectation of future meet-ups and maybe even some contests and giveaways.
Do you want in? Miss the Northeast (I use the term "New England" loosely)? Just have a soft spot for clam chowdah and pahking your cah in Hahvahd Yahd? Dream about summering on the Vineyard?
Email me at Lou [at] loueyville.com with NETs in the subject line to be included on a mailing list for New England Transplants. Or DM me your email address on Twitter (@loueyville). I promise, cross-my-heart-hope-to-die, that I will ONLY use your email address to send you NETs updates.
I'll be posting any meet-ups or contests to Loueyville, but this mailing list will help keep y'all in the loop (and it will help me tell any potential sponsors/partners just how many of us there are!).
And while you're here-- tell me what YOU miss about the Northeast in the comments!
UPDATE: See Suzi's comments below... apparently this isn't the FIRST stand-alone DD to have opened in Louisville.
4 comments:
Actually, these are NOT the first free standing DDs in Louisville. There used to be one on Taylorsville Road near Breckenridge and one on Dixie Hwy near Lower Hunters. County Police helicopter used to land behind the one on Dixie to get donuts. I loved the chocolate cream barvarians there. Hope the new one has them!!
Thanks Suzi! I didn't know about the old DDs-- I've added an update to the post.
It's not DD unless it has bavarians, right? Those things are soooo good. My mama and I used to stop and get one for dessert (and share it) every once in a while on my way home from dinner at my grandmother's. Such a treat!
Listening to that man's accent in the video made me so homesick. Thanks for setting up the NET idea! Count me in. :)
I'm actually living the opposite. I have lived in the Louisville area for the my entire life, up until last year when we moved to Boston. I read your blog for a while before I moved here, but it's kept me up to date with things going on back in the Ville.
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