I came to the city a little over ten years ago from a small town in PA (Wellsville) on a half scholarship to The School of Visual Arts. A fact that my parents did not like. They would’ve rather seen me go into a business or medical profession, or even work at the local factory for that matter. For a short time I took business courses, then went to school for pharmacology, to make my parents happy. Though I did well in both of these studies I wasn’t happy, and the “what if’s?” were eating away at me. (However I don’t want you to infer from this that they themselves went to college or worked at a white collar job.) I definitely had a blue collar upbringing. In many ways the simple upbringing and life was a happier one, in others it was stiffing and tortuous. The differences between city and country life is a fascinating and stunning contrast. But that is another story.