Passing through Lansing

Passing through Lansing and stopped for a bit. I lived here for over 10 years and I do not miss it. In fact, pretty sure I’m dealing with some minor PTSD having been trapped here for so long.

Still, I had to see how things had changed, and how they’ve stayed the same. My old house on Allen Street:

Someone sure put a lot of love into this backyard.

My buddy Dan’s once meticulously kept lawn is now an urban prairie.

Hunter Park:

And of course, one of the glimmers of decent memories, Dagwoods. I can almost taste their olive burger.