I was going to write a long post about my impressions of being back on Long Island last month. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with that fish-shaped isola since I left in 1989. Almost all my family are still there, and they’re the funniest people I know, but damn that place has aged badly.
I could go on and on, but I think this scene from Mosquito Coast pretty much sums up the experience Tess and I had driving along Old Country Road in Nassau County.
Granted my experience is colored by where I live now, but talking with my dad who grew up there in the 30s and 40s when it was farmland, progress has not been aesthetically kind, which pains me because it’s a beautiful island that plays a huge role in the formation of who I am, but I can’t help but surmise there are just too many damn people on it now.