Are you in town, too?

Are you interesting? Have you escaped being batted about by the Saint John ugly stick? Are you not yet fat/married/a parent/boring?

Will you smoke in the bar even though there are laws against that kind of thing here?

You are not your own relative?

You think the Aquarius pub should be turned into a historic footnote and no one under the age of 40 should have the bad taste to go there.

Do you remember when Market Square had all the best clubs in it? Did you get in fights in the parking garage underneath?

Did you drive back to Quispamsis in some woman's car and have nasty sex with her in the front seat while parked at the Yacht club in late November? No? Did you tell her brother at the drydock where you both worked? No? Good.

Did you fall in love with a girl while holding her hand in the observation deck atop City Hall? Did you carve your names into the boardwalk? Did you spend hours at the library listening to their amazing David Bowie collection while reading Camus' journals?

Did you summer in St. Andrew's and have a crush on the daughter of the Raku potter? Did you dream of living in one of those weather beaten colonial homes?

Bury your first friend in high school- and felt that it couldn't get any worse. Wear a trench coat and your dad's tie and held your best friend in your arms as she wept like you've never seen anyone before or since.

Know then and there that you wanted to be buried on this same wet and foggy hill- beside the wind gnarled tree?

Are you home?