finally a break to find my breath and transition back to everyday life. i’ve been operating in high gear for the last few weeks – retreats, funerals, interviews, preaching, teaching, husbandry and fatherhood all rolled together like a nasty chalupa.
when i’m in a quiet moment i think back to when i was growing up and i remember simpler times. now that’s sounds old. but really the world has changed dramatically in 20 something years. communities and our sense of community have been altered. some good things and some bad. i miss the way things used to be. i didn’t have to worry about too many things.
i used to sit and spin around on these vinyl mushroom seats at my uncle’s luncheonette in east flatbush, brooklyn. they would grill me up some tasty burgers every time i visit. those burgers were famous in flatbush. my uncle and aunt’s luncheonette was a pillar in the community. folks made it a point to stop there. you can always expect a smile. everybody knew each other. you don’t get that same sense with all those chain franchises. usually people go and just consume. it’s all very two-dimensional. that’s part of the complexity with gentrification and big businesses moving in.
i got to spend the past weekend in philly. thanks to my good friends at ccc&c for making me feel at home. so much has changed. what does God have in store for philly?
about those quintessential neighborhood shops, not all stories are that great.
here’s one: “This Is AMERICA: WHEN ORDERING `SPEAK ENGLISH.'”
at geno’s, famous for their cheesesteaks alongside chief rival pat’s in south philly they’ve instigated a speak english only policy in the midst of the national immigration debate. here’s my two cents: ok, speak english in america? hmmmm…is our allegiance to america or england? get real.
i’ll be here…so show your face. or at least let your prayers represent.