Intermission

May was the month that offered an escape from both New York and the United States.
June was full of weekend excursions to Long Island, to my parents' home and to memories from a decade spent living in suburbia.
A great way to start off July was by fleeing Brooklyn (once more) and discovering/uncovering the root of Aiden's existence: Ohio, specifically southern Ohio.


Adding to the strangeness of this trip was the mode of transportation: a Greyhound. Never had I taken one and had it not been for the obnoxious woman desperately trying to make a phone call and alternately yelling at her phone for not having service in a dead zone at 8am on the bus from Cincinnati to Columbus , I would consider using this type of transportation with more frequency around the United States.

Upon arriving in Columbus, it dawned on me that this city was no New York and though it had a Midwestern charm, was no Chicago either. It was quaint, which is strange to say about anything called a 'city'. But it was: little shops, calmer people, etc... Very unlike New York. We took Lilly for a walk, who by the way I missed tremendously as it turned out.


During the two hour drive southward to Middleport, I experienced what he had experienced for a great portion of his life; the Americana lifestyle that seems strange and foreign to someone who has grown up in such an ethnically rich city.

Flea markets and family gatherings (of the large, extended assortment). It was the perfect holiday to really get an authentic feel for this all-American life: Fourth of July weekend.