Albany Pride is a tricky thing. There’s so much this area has to offer, and so much it doesn’t. I suppose the same could be said for any city anywhere, so I’ll err on the side of praise and promise. No sense in pissing off the city where you live. There are more than enough to critique and condemn. We’ll steer clear of that here, at least for today. I’m feeling charitable.
When the time moves forward and spring is in the air, the city turns onto the road to beautiful again. We will shake the dirt and salt of winter off our shoes (and cars) and start walking at lunch again. The crocus will come up in the warmer and more protected spots and soon enough the grass will be green again. It will be time to paint a scene like this. And so we hold on to our hometown…
