A Father’s Day Reflection : Brunch at the Easy Street Cafe

Happy Father’s Day to all the lucky dads out there.

We ventured down to the south side establishment Easy Street for brunch, a place I frequented often while living on the south side of Columbus. 

A year has gone by fast since the transition, and I still feel like the area is “Home”. 9 years invested in a house and engrained into community or city sense of living will do that. By contrast, a year to a little girl now on the cusp of 4 years is obscure and nearly irrelevant. J seemed to vaguely recognize historic Schiller Park in German Village as we drove by. The playground, pond and open dog park represented many “first” moments during the early stages of her life. Those moments are like irrelevant, snippets from a distant past to her now. 

When we left Easy Street, habit nearly took me south towards the old house and neighborhood. The morning haze that hung in that direction made it hard to make out the details of what I once found familiar. Instead, with J in hand and 5-month old Baby E in carrier (she came into our life months after we left the south side), we proceeded to our car and drove away over the same generationally significant bumpy, brick pavers that many fathers and families have come to know in the long history of the city.

A Father’s Day Reflection : Brunch at the Easy Street Cafe

Happy Father’s Day to all the lucky dads out there.

We ventured down to the south side establishment Easy Street for brunch, a place I frequented often while living on the south side of Columbus.

A year has gone by fast since the transition, and I still feel like the area is “Home”. 9 years invested in a house and engrained into community or city sense of living will do that. By contrast, a year to a little girl now on the cusp of 4 years is obscure and nearly irrelevant. J seemed to vaguely recognize historic Schiller Park in German Village as we drove by. The playground, pond and open dog park represented many “first” moments during the early stages of her life. Those moments are like irrelevant, snippets from a distant past to her now.

When we left Easy Street, habit nearly took me south towards the old house and neighborhood. The morning haze that hung in that direction made it hard to make out the details of what I once found familiar. Instead, with J in hand and 5-month old Baby E in carrier (she came into our life months after we left the south side), we proceeded to our car and drove away over the same generationally significant bumpy, brick pavers that many fathers and families have come to know in the long history of the city.


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