The majority of the Big Ten towns are college towns. The colleges are kind of what run the towns.
No matter what you say about the town, and anything you say probably is true, there's never been another like it.
One thing about Syracuse, whatever you're going through, the love is unconditional.
It's only 60,000. It's not a big town. It's a big hockey town. Everybody plays hockey when you grow up.
I don't know what they call Hollywood anymore. The whole meaning of the town has changed.
Basically, I have found that people who have tried to start communities out of good feelings or hippie-dippie abstract concepts of love - it doesn't work. But if you just concentrate on what is the identity of your town - its waterfalls, its battles, its notable mill strike or those things - you dig into what your town is from its rock formations to its history to its food. Then this thing called community happens all the time.
What a unique opportunity to be in town. I love townies. I value it, so to speak.
Cowdenbeath Football Club have always been at the centre of Cowdenbeath - literally and in every aspect of community life.
What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore it knows it's not fooling a soul.
Coos Bay is a sports-minded town. You had to be an athlete to be somebody.
People didn't get to see how other towns interpreted the underground ethos, and so they developed their own unique versions of it.
A town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns alike. And a town has a whole emotion. How news travels through a town is a mystery not easily to be solved. News seems to move faster than small boys can scramble and dart to tell it, faster than women can call it over the fences.
Even if you live in a big city, everybody lives in a small town. We identify ourselves by our neighborhoods - 'I live in the Village, or in Chelsea.'
There's tons of anger and angst and peculiarity and eccentricity, and good towns know that that's okay. But towns that are kind of bullshit don't know what to do with all those feelings.
I think every child in my town wants to be a football player.
In Massillon, you either hated football, or you loved it. On a Friday night in the fall, I don't know what anybody did if they weren't at, quote-unquote, 'The Game.'
