Yonkers.

I was born in Yonkers, a hardly bucolic city in bucolic Westchester county--abutting the Bronx and New York City. I think we are like sea turtles in a way, points early in our lives are imprinted on our brains and we return to them.

I have a feeling for Yonkers that I have for no place else. I like that it is rough and tumble, down at the heels, and scrappy.

I live now about ten miles from the defunct hospital I was born in. But I like reminders of Yonkers. And I take them where I can get them. I saw this bumper sticker on the door of a bar called American Trash on First Avenue.