Looked out the window to see how the world looks this morning. What a beautiful New England day……two or three inches of white stuff, rain coming down freezing on the trees and roads. How exciting! Now begins my serious pondering as to how the hell I’m going to get my trash barrel down my ski slope driveway for tomorrow’s collection. Amazing how we don’t think about things like driveway slopes when we’re young and looking to buy a house.
As I sat and contemplated all these important retired guys problems a serious question crossed my mind. Why the hell did my grandparents settle here in New England? What was the great attraction in Bondsville, that little hamlet near Chicopee, the little Poland of Massachusetts? Did you know why so many Polish people settled in Chicopee? When they entered the country they were actually headed to Chicago, another Polish stronghold. Many of the immigrants unfortunately mispronounced Chicago and ended up in Chicopee. Didn’t they teach geography in Poland? Didn’t they know anything about places like Savannah, Charleston, or Norfolk? If they had, I might have been on the PGA Tour with all the golf I could have played……just kidding, but seriously, you have to wonder what would have been if they settled somewhere else.
Oh well, no use dreaming, time to go outside and clear some of that New England sunshine that settled in my yard.
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