Lately I’ve been homesick for Long Island. This happens every summer but this year it feels different. In years past I’ve missed the entire region, New York City, Brooklyn, Queens, Nassau County, and Suffolk County. This summer I’m really just missing the town I used to live in, so much so that I’ve been locating old classmates via Facebook just to feel connected to my hometown of Copiague, New York.
If you’ve never heard of Copiague that’s OK, they probably haven’t heard of you either. Like any other small town it is nowhere unless it’s where you grew up and in that case it’s everywhere. I’ve written about the town here many, many times (for example here, here, here and here) in the years since I’ve been blogging here.
Yesterday I was informed by a former classmate that Copiague, for the first time in my lifetime, has its own weekly newspaper. For a moment I allowed myself a Charles Foster Kane daydream about going home and publishing my own newspaper. To be honest it would be more like going home to publish the Winesburg Eagle, from Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio but there are moments when the thought of printing a hometown weekly full of local interest stories and pizza coupons seems like about the best thing a guy can do.