An Other Anniversary

A few months ago, when I told a lady I'd been living in Maryland almost two years, she offered as reassurance, "You're one of us now."

That I am not.

I was remembering those words yesterday as I marked the second anniversary of my move from New York.

When I was speaking with a friend on the phone, he'd remarked, "Has it been two years already?"

The answer is: unfortunately yes. Two years of the surreal life, which is often more like imitation of life.

It's not even about NY anymore, but something more that my niece Keel would simply describe as "comfort."

Anyway, it was a good day for me. I didn't dwell on darkness, but was wide awake because I have a plan of action of how to ease out of Maryland. And by ease out, I mean this entire area. This plan is called, simply but accurately, Get the Hell Out of Maryland.

And because every revolution needs an anthem, I've included a clip of Van Hunt's "Down Here in Hell (With You)." The lyrics are pointed and appropriate.