continued We liked the fact that we were different.
We separated ourselves from the “Albert’s crowd.”
That separation concocted boundaries that didn’t need to exist, but you couldn’t tell us that.
Today, both places are only memories, and as I circle the sun faster and faster, I can hardly even imagine the line between the two.
In Cazenovia, we have millionaires and farmers on the same line at the supermarket.
We have football players and ballerinas.
We have urban and we have rural, Republicans and Democrats, hippies and hunters.
And yet, we’re all spinning around the sun at about the same speed and in about the same spot.
My kids covered the refrigerator with pictures this morning. On top, there is an old black and white of me making my first communion.
For Catholics, it’s a holy sacrament, but in the dictionary it means the act of sharing. I was in second grade and they just told me what to do, you know, to be Catholic.
After so many times around the sun, I’m starting to figure things out on my own.
I am me, an individual, making my own choices. I’ve decided I like to write and I like to share, hence this column.
As far as the community goes, I like to think I’m sharing it with, not without. Because of that, I’ll never be alone and neither will you.
Willie Kiernan is a past editor of the Cazenovia Republican and a contributing columnist. He can be reached through the editor at firstname.lastname@example.org.