I’ve been gone since 2001, but it holds a special place in my heart. Nobody ever truly leaves, they just go away for a while. Then they miss things like swimming in Social Ocean, the fragrance on NETCO on a warm sunny day, getting serenaded by being yelled at by crackheads outside of Moonlight Weiners, the women fighting for equal pay on Arnold Street, the smell of secondhand smoke mixed in with your lo mein at Chan’s, the sound of piss sizzling in the sauna when that weirdo keeps sneaking back in to the health and racquet club men’s locker room, buying an autumnfest button in August and wearing it on your Tazmanian devil sweatshirt until June. You just can’t find these things anywhere else.