11.02.2007

the beginning/why i'm writing these reviews

I plan to write reviews of good places to walk with your dog(s) here at Go On, Blue. ( <--Do you know that song? "Old Dog Blue" by Jim Jackson? It's on Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music and you oughta hear it. If you love dogs, that song'll break your heart.)

To be honest, I don't know if anybody else in town (I'm in Greensboro, North Carolina, The United States of America) has done a site like this because I've done no research to find out. I'm doing this project for my own information (and yers if you find yerself here) and because I'm always looking for places to explore--even it it's some dumbass subdivision. Actually, one of my favorite places to walk Severn & Buddy Black (they're the dogs, they have names) is butt up against one of those rich subdivisions where the houses look like English country estates like you'd find in Derbyshire and called Hamilton Hall or something except these are cheaper versions, minus the countryside, where the neighbors are so close you could give each other Eskimo kisses from the second story window. I mean, so many places are rapidly being gobbled up by new corporate shit--strip malls & condos & retirement communities & office parks--that I get so dadblamed depressed. It's like there's no mystery anywhere anymore, nothing left to explore.

So writing these reviews is like an antidote, countering that depression, and exploring these places anyway. The way I see it is there's gotta eventually be something interesting that happens behind a Target/Harris Teeter/Starbucks complex. I'm also a fan of exploring anywhere and everywhere--so if you're out there in this city and you're doing the same thing as me, know I'm not trying to step on your toes. I'm trying to keep my head above water. Shoot, maybe we can explore someplace together--I've always wanted to take a canoe down Buffalo Creek & all its branches--even though I'd probably have to walk it most of the way--like that creekish thing that runs between Biscuitville on MLK and 29/85/40--I've always imagined canoeing that.