The Flyers are home. Gritty is making his regular season debut. There’s ice hockey in Philadelphia on a Tuesday night and goddamn it’s fucking October. I’ve been listening to Take Me Home, Country Roads for possibly an hour now and trying to figure out how to make it about the Flyers when I realized, with sudden clarity: I do not need to make this song about the Flyers. It already is about the Flyers.
Now, I’ve never been to West Virginia, nor have I felt the melancholic nostalgia of having lived there and called it home, but I do live in West Philadelphia.