I decided to pop my blog cherry as I heard the Springsteen song My Hometown the other day. It brought back a lot of memories of my growing up. Now I consider myself lucky as I feel I have 2 hometowns so I will probably do this in 2 parts.
My first hometown, the one I was born in and spent 15 years in was Clinton Iowa. My current avatar is the logo for the Midwest Class A farm baseball team. When I was born, it was the Clinton Pilots (Seattle Pilots franchise), moved to the Clinton Dodgers, then the Clinton Giants and finally the current name, the Clinton Lumberkings.
I fondly remember my Iowa town although when I have been back, I can't imagine living there now. Still, I had a great childhood. I went to Horace Mann elementary, Lyons Middle School and one year at Clinton High School where I was a River King.
I grew up playing baseball, soccer and basketball. Mom wouldn't let me play football as I was not the biggest kid in the world and she didn't want me to get hurt. I finally got to play in 7th grade I think it was. I walked to school from the age of 5 to 14, basically 1st grade through 8th. It was Iowa and it was cold at times...the elementary school was about 3/4 mile and the middle school was about 1 1/4 mile away. We cut through yards and creeks (although in Iowa we called em cricks), little stands of woods and whatever. We were boys and had fun.
We had a movie theater downtown, cost a whole dime to ride the bus and I started going by myself when I was 7 with my friends. I remember the first time I saw Star Wars there. We also had a drive in and boy what a treat that was when Mom and Dad packed us in the station wagon to go to the drive in.
We had the best neighbor ever across the street, this old guy named Carl Kitteringham. He was like a second grandfather to me and was my best friend for many years. He was not a rich man, but I loved him and I so hope to see him in Heaven again. He would play catch with me when my Dad couldn't, taught me to play horseshoes in his yard, showed me how to play mumbledy peg with his knife. His smoking finally caught up with him after we moved, but his memory lives in me.
Finally we had food in my hometown I can still taste when I close my eyes. We had a Mr Quick's char broiled burger joint (if you have been to LA or PHX, think InNOut burger), Rastrelli's pizza, Maid Rites, and an Iowa tradition of corn roasts.
In short, I guess I know my first hometown was a small town in Iowa with certain experiences that shaped me in part....so this blog is about hometowns...what's your memories? What's the best thing about your hometown that you miss and you love and you can feel if you close your eyes and go back? Or are you still there, if so, what do you see about it now that you didn't then?












