I have this cassette tape. I’ve had it for years but I sort re-found last week. It’s just a few homemade recordings done by a few friends, but it contains some of the best music I’ve ever heard. Listening to it takes me back to some great times. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job down here and I don’t plan on moving anytime soon, but listening to this tape makes me really miss living in Kalamazoo. Though I have to admit most of my absolute best Kalamazoo memories come from before I actually lived there, I really miss my house with Kate and Amanda. I miss living near my Kalamazoo friends and only being an hour away from my Lansing and Potterville friends. I miss the culture in Kalamazoo, the theaters, coffee shops and eccentric people. I miss being able to find good live music just about any night of the week. I miss the dirt bars and the classy bars, live blues and the occasional burlesque show, the graveyard-come-park I had for a front yard, Geocaching and walking around Asylum Lake in the rain. When my lease runs out down here I’m considering moving out of town. I’d like to get a place halfway between work and a city where I can get my culture fix. I know I’ll be hard pressed to find a place that’s like where this tape takes me too. I just want someplace that’s a little more “me.” But in the meantime I’ve gotten things set up to transfer this old cassette to my lappy where everything will be converted into portable mp3 goodness.