Well, if you happen to know me, you’ll know that home is Spokane, Washington. I speak of it often, and it’s a dirty habit, I know.
I grew up there, living on the “North Side,” “the Valley,” and “Brown’s Edition.”
I’m sure it’s probably the same for many of you; there’s just something about a place where you growup, that gets cooked into your bones. (Though I’m certain many of you would also challenge this notion; bear with me.)
I’ve lived in other places (Portland, Oregon and Edmonds, Washington in college), so you can’t say that I’m totally myopic; I currently live in Phoenix for Zues’ sake.
Spokane is surrounded by pine trees, with a really cool river winding through the downtown. The South Hill is chock full of craftsman bungalows (my favorite kind of house, ever), and the city boasts 4 full flavored seasons. (It can get really cold there, and really hot.)
The people there are generally friendly, and it’s a city that has deep blue-collar roots. (Probably less true than ever, but long-term Spokanites have a tiny bit of “carnie” feel.) Folks from Spokane are usually “real”, generally opposed to fast-talkers, and notoriously cheap.
If you know me, you’ll know that my very nature was forged by my hometown.
- Daniel
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I’m enough of a native New Jerseyan that asking “What exit?” will get someone punched in the throat…
And before you ask, no, I don’t sound like Joe Piscopo or Joe Pesci, none of my family if in the mafia or even italian, and no, I don’t drive a camaro, have a mullet, or wear polo shirts with or without the collars popped… and I sure as hell wouldn’t be caught dead with a spray-on tan.
I use spray-on tan, but not for my skin. It makes my bread look more like toast.
While still living in Spokane, I must confess that there have been a few days in the last month that I would have traded our four full seasons for some of your perpetual warmth.