I thought of a way to steal my friend Megan’s idea of sentence fragments (incidentally, her blog is called Meg Acting Out, http://megactsout.blogspot.com; check it out). What follows is random observations and thoughts of and about the Mohawk Valley.
I read in the OD the other day that when people think of Ilion they think of Remington Arms. I don’t, really. I think of Ilion Little Theatre (of course) or the Thrift Store (haven’t been there in a while) or Aldi’s (more prosaically) ooh or Sorrento’s which is a good place to eat and would make a dandy blog post.
I like to look out the window of the break room where I work. I can see the street we drive up to get to Ilion Little Theatre and a street that runs kind of parallel to it. Perpendicular to that is a hill. Not a huge hill, but I’d be sure to run up it if I were running in Ilion. Ilion has a lot more hills than Herkimer. If I was serious about my hill running skills, I’d drive to Ilion to run. But I don’t like to drive to run.
I’ve read that people are the same wherever you go. I think that is only true to a point. I agree that you get good and bad people wherever you go. And yet in the Mohawk Valley I find myself more likely to encounter nice people. Working retail in Herkimer and New Hartford was not nearly the burden it was in, ah, other places (no point in naming them; for one thing, they may have changed by now). Oh, you’ll always get the occasional stinker. And I did not keep statistics. But that is my overall impression.
I remember when I was growing up in Rome my Mom remarking that it was a friendly town. People going into a store would hold the door for you (back when not all stores had automatic doors) or say thank you if you held it for them. I think Herkimer is friendly, too. I know I’ve blogged about exchanging remarks or petting dogs when out running or walking.
Hmmm… I don’t think I’ve been very fragmentary, but I have been random. Well, the weekend is coming, and I’ve got plans (and not best laid plans, if you know what I mean). Stay tuned!