Lost Cross 25th Year Reunion

We have known each other for 25 years. I was one of the young ones of the group. I was 14 when I met Steve and Levi, 15 when I really started to hang out with them and Malcolm and Groble and Joy and James and a whole slew of others. Except for one or two other kids my age, everyone else was in college. (Now that 4 year age different means little, but then…it was huge.)

I grew up with these people. We grew up together. I had trouble at home, and this group became my family. They still are. After all these years. We are lucky. Not everyone gets to have such a close-ness with a group people they knew for those few tumultuous years of the late-teens and early twenties. It is a uniquely kind-hearted, giving, bunch. And most of them would just as soon punch you as hug you for saying such a thing. My good nights at basement shows at Lost Cross were measured by how many bruises I ended up with. It was hardcore and I was an angry teen.

Holy shit am I tired. It is 3:30am on Saturday night/Sunday morning. I didn’t want the evening to end. I still don’t. I hang on to a thread of consciousness in order to write this.

I didn’t know what to expect. I reconciled with my past many years ago and had trepidations to revisit it. I was worried that it would be too surreal, too awkward, too weird.  I thought it would be difficult to see people, that I would be surrounded by familiar strangers and a room full of nostalgia.

Instead, I found my family waiting for me.

We are punk rock.
To me this has always meant hard, fast music, drinking and smoking, and a tight-knit bond of intelligent, thoughtful people.

These are my people.

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I wrote that last night, but wanted to include photos but was too tired. This morning I thought “maybe I’ll edit it first.” But I’ve decided to leave it be.

It is almost 12 hours later – 2:30pm on Sunday – and my head hurts. I met more friends for breakfast/lunch today and now I’m ready for a nap.

So, that said, ya’ll are on your own for photo-viewing this time. I haven’t the energy to chose and embed. Here are pics I took yesterday and last night. (I did motivate enough to put some captions on these photos.)

 

2:46am Warsaw

I can’t sleep. I had disturbing dreams that I was visiting my dad and having trouble repacking my bag. I know that doesn’t sound disturbing, but it was. There was some element of hiding in there as well. I don’t know if I was hiding or if I was helping someone else hide. Perhaps the stories of hiding Jews during the war got into my dreams in some twisted way. That never happens….

My (phone) alarm is set for 07:30. Guess I don’t need it after all.

Another long day of travel ahead. WAW –> HEL –> ORD then drive the 5+ hours to Carbondale. The drive will be tough after all that flying. But there is no other way to get down to C’dale at this point.

sleepy airport ramblings

I’m sitting at the PHX airport waiting to board. I got about three hours sleep last night. This is a good thing – hopefully I’ll sleep well on my Helsinki flight.

As I was walking to security, I saw a plane with a giant “HAWAIIAN” on the side. I should be on that flight. Instead, I’m going someplace chilly, wet, and on an interesting but most likely pretty depressing tour. Can’t we go to Hawaii instead? It’s warm there.

There was a lack of assistance at the ticketing desk. A French man in front of me was completely confused. We did some hand waving over our passports and at the kiosks, but ultimately, he was left stuck in line while I received assistance and got checked in rather quickly after having my identity verified. Apparently, a passport isn’t valid until you sign it. Good thing the ticket agent had a pen I could borrow. I was almost invalid and unverified. What a terrifying prospect.

First class is now boarding. Guess I should put my laptop away.

See ya’ll in Chicago! (Actually, probably not. I’m pretty sure O’Hare doesn’t have free wi-fi.)