Granny Jo paid my parents $50 to insure that Liverpool didn't end up as my middle name. Out of that, I got a sweet middle name and my parents got a night out on the town. Even more important, I have been shaped by that city. There is obvious love for the Beatles. BUt on a deeper level, Liverpool is tough, yet lyrical and resilient. Built from ashes. The locals, Skouses, are sarcastic, have an unswerving love for all things Liverpool and love a good argument. I consider myself a Skouse at heart. I'm gritty, emotional, self-made and a fighter. I beat my roommate's boyfriend in a wrestling match. But more important, I'm resilient. Even from an early age. I wanted a bike with pink tires. ANd that is exactly what I got. I've been that way my whole life. So LIverpool, hope you are proud of the little, white girl Yank across the pond fighting her way to the top.
Monday, January 31, 2011
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