An All-American City

Oh, rainy Wednesday in Rochester. You are so solemn and proud. You are all, "Look! Look at me, watering your plants and washing your car for you. Am I not amazing?" And we are all, "Yes, yes, Rochester. When we behold your drizzly greatness we are sent into a tailspin of amorous feelings." And then we roll over and go back to sleep.

Yesterday The Boy made the comment that I am always busting on Rochester and I vehemently denied that grievous charge. R-chester knows my true feelings. It senses my contentment and peace, and dare I say, even my happiness? And what's a little humor between friends? But just in case, I am going to compose a Top 5 list of Rochester things I have enjoyed in the past few months.

5. Park Ave. Great for strolling, finding ginger bubble tea, breakfast outside, and people watching. Kind of like a less snotty Newbury Street.
4. High Falls, and your dozens of other natural and man-made wonders- who knew I'd enjoy the sight of the Erie Canal locks?
3. Among the many fine eating establishments, my affections are tied between Dino BBQ and California Rollin'. On a side note, I'm going to be so rich from opening my own fusion sushi place in Boston. Or better yet, Cambridge. We'll get all those Harvard kids to do the business plans.
2. The Public Market
1. The people. Much as I love New England, we are sometimes a cold-hearted lot, less friendly to strangers than we ought to be. People here will actually meet your eyes, wave, or (gasp) start a conversation, even if you've never seen them before in your life. What kind of crazy New Yorkers are you, anyway?

Yes. So. Now you know. Rochester and I are having an affair. Don't judge. Boston, you are my home and you have my heart. But Roch- you are just so damn sexy.