Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Long Ago and Far Away

Time is a funny thing.  It doesn't seem like I've been married for 15 years.  It doesn't feel like I moved away from Michigan 18 years ago.  It sure as hell doesn't seem real that I left college 27 years ago.  Twenty-seven years.  :shudder:

Yesterday, a friend of Hubs posted to FB that he was in Marquette.  And I got a case of the jealousies.  I also got all nostalgic.  I wanted to tell him all the places he could go for a good meal and all the places he could stop for a bit of fun.  But I wasn't sure if any of those places were still there. 

So I took to Google Maps.  And there I was, flying over the city.  I was looking for landmarks I remembered.  And for some reason, I couldn't find the malls. 

Hubs told me that after all that time, they were probably razed.  Nobody goes to malls anymore.  And I was all like 'but... but... but... it's a mall'. 

When I was in college, there were two malls in Marquette.  One in the middle of town and the other on the west side.  One had a huge parking lot perfect for doing donuts in the snow and the other had a nightclub I used to frequent.  (That's all I remember about either of them.) 

After some scouring in satellite view, I found them both.  They're much smaller than I remember.  The one with the nightclub appears to be closed except for a govt office and a dollar store - both on the outside.  No more inside stores - which seems silly when you consider how cold it is in Marquette. 

Anyway, my favorite sub shop is still there.  And my favorite used book store.  And another drinking establishment I enjoyed that had a bar shaped like a gondola.  It isn't all gone.  It's just changed.  More chain restaurants and hotels line the highway.  A new Harley-Davidson store near one of the apartments I rented. 

My favorite bar is gone.  It was walking distance from where I lived the summer after I turned 21 and I spent many a lonely night chatting with the bartender and nursing my drinks before wandering back to my apartment.  Good times.

Chances are I will never go back to Marquette.  I'm hell and gone from Michigan now.  If I go back, it'll be to visit family and they all live in the lower peninsula - an eight hour drive from my college stomping grounds. 

But I guess I'll always be there in my memories.  Where it doesn't seem so long ago that I was wandering the streets and freezing my ass off.  And for a little part of me, it'll always be home.


  1. Ah...the good ol' days. That were always good, but with the distance of time, the memories seem fond anyway. That's the way I feel about Colorado Springs. And it's changed so much, only the very fundamental landmarks remain. Time marches on. 🧐

  2. I know the feeling. I've been in Texas for 15 years, but California still feels like home.

    Memories of good places are lovely things to keep. :-)