For most of us, life is not like a sitcom. We don’t meet up with our friends every single day at Central Perk or MacLaren’s or Cheers, but we do have our spots that we prefer over all others. We may not go there all the time, but we feel most comfortable there. It is where we are in our element, where we invite everyone to join us. It is our home field, as it were.
Mine was Memphis Taproom.
So I was quite dismayed a few weeks ago when I read the news that it would be closing its doors for good.
Growing up in the Philly area, there is a constant underlying feeling of inferiority, like a little brother, in regards to New York City, particularly within the realm of hip-hop.
It was December, 2013. A Tuesday morning.
This wasn’t supposed to be the team that did it.
Occasionally, it takes time to recognize greatness.
It was a Tuesday in the middle of winter. Late January or early February.
We weren’t going to go.
They are the NBA’s version of the Super Friends.
I was a 21st Century gentrifier years before it became a front page story or a topic of debate.
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