Pasadena, California—great weather, old money. Every January 1st, city of the Rose Parade and the Rose Bowl football game.
An obnoxious, ambitious blue-collar from Boston arrives in Pasadena in the 1920’s with his young family and starts a trucking business; but by the 70’s it’s mostly gone.
The point-of-view in these poems is that of his grandson, reflecting on his hometown, his tragicomic family, and his mixed-up life. The usual happens--the death of a pet, Boy Scouting, first car, first love, eccentric relatives, high-school victories and defeats.
Pasadena endures, with its remarkable climate, punctuated by earthquakes, Santa Ana winds, smog, and, on wonderfully rare occasions, snow.
Maybe we don’t have a choice as to who we’re born to, or where we grow up. But maybe we do.
Details
- Publication Date
- Oct 1, 2011
- Language
- English
- Category
- Poetry
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): R. A. Christmas
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- Format