As I sit on the stoop enjoying one of the beautiful spring days that we don't get often enough in our fair city I remember back to an old family tradition that we sadly don't do anymore, picnics on Art Hill. A sunny day, people running around and good food. Sometimes in today's food scene we get so caught up with what the hot cuisine is, with the coolest bars and biggest secrets are that we forget that really all you need to make a good meal is good food and good company. That's not to say that there is anything wrong with wanting to hit the bars, to check out the 'best kept secrets', just that we need to remember the simpler things when it comes to food and what it means to have a good meal.
We had the same tradition for about three years, then I started High School and for some reason we started having those picnics less and less, we used to run by Mom's Deli on Jamieson, grab some subs (Poor Boy for me) and a few bags of chips and head up to Art Hill, spread out a blanket and set up the lawn chairs. Eat, run around, crash on the blanket, those were good Sundays ones that I plan to repeat when I have kids of my own.
Every family Under the Arch has their own traditions, for some it's a sports game, for others it's Sunday dinner at Grandma's. It's those small things those seemingly little traditions that ground us and make us who we are.
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