I was born in Lincoln, Nebraska. Loved it and hated it (often on the same day), then I left. Decades pass. Nostalgia grows, but I know I can’t go back. For one thing, I would be paying the heat bills so my home there would be as cold as my home here. Not the toasty basement bedroom with a fireplace I remember. Hard to beat that special time when parents paid the bills.
It is already way too cold here. Note the double track tops and the cap. That is my typical winter indoor get-up. I am at least thankful I haven’t donned long-johns yet. Once those go on, they stay on until spring (with a few washings in between). Even my Halloween costume was oriented toward cold weather comfort.
Back to Lincoln. In an attempt to scratch the hometown itch I subscribe to a ‘zine covering the Lincoln bicycle scene put together by Thad Aerts. Highly recommended. A new issue arrived today. In it, I learned my favorite bicycle shop in the world, Monkey Wrench, is doing well enough to have a new home (what a space!), and I read about Gravel Worlds (a long-distance bike race on gravel roads put on by the Pirate Cycling League). Good stuff!
In addition to covering equipment, rides and races, Thad pedals the reader down a side road to cover music. I always enjoy his reviews. Today he shared a site that posts albums from Lincoln and Omaha bands that are no more. You can either stream the content or download it. An amazing project that will help me enjoyably pass many hours.
Thad posted a sticky note inside my copy of LVL reminding me to resubscribe (I stopped writing this post to do so). Nice to get a note. Saddle Creek Records adds a handwritten note with each order, too. Good folks in Nebraska.
I used to feel bad for dragging Lacey to Nebraska so many years ago and for so many years, but I don’t anymore. I now know she loved it. Last weekend I had the pleasure of watching her go into full Chamber of Commerce mode. Someone made a crack about Nebraska and Lacey shut them down with a paragraph long ode to the Cornhusker State ending with something like Nebraska is the best place in the world to live. Sure, I was the designated driver that night, but I don’t think it was just the whiskey talking. I think she remembers the place fondly, like I do. Warms my heart like no whiskey can.
Each issue of LVL helps me feel connected to my hometown. I wasn’t a part of a bicycle scene when I was there (not sure there was much of one), but its nice to know it is there now, and fun to read about it. Thanks, Thad, for shrinking time and space for me every couple of months! Keep up the good work!
p.s. I just spent ten minutes in a frantic search for my camera’s memory card. I last remembered holding it between my lips while typing a few more words. I was pretty confident I hadn’t chewed it up and swallowed it, but I did have a funny feeling in my throat after I formed the idea. The power of negative thought! I hope they don’t further shrink memory cards. This never would have happened with a cassette tape.