In hunting for proof (or explanation) of this passion, I have come upon strange, forgotten queries, notes, promises, explorations, and exhortations, including a history of West Philadelphia that I decided to write (apparently for no one) at the age of 23. I have also discovered this fragment of a poem, penned on the eve of my twentieth birthday, misplaced apostrophe and all.
"The city is my lifetime," I declared, hints of the grandiose abounding. It could not yet have been (despite my "long living"). It is, perhaps, now.
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You've left me smiling.
The city IS my lifetime.
I'm smiling too, and waving back at your younger self.