I love East Coast people.

I really do.

There’s something about them that’s hard to explain unless you’ve lived around it.

Every phone call feels like an intervention.

Every conversation starts with a question, an accusation, or a joke at your expense.

Just life.

Laughter.

Friends.

Family.

The characters.

The nonsense.

The stories that make everything worth remembering.

From East Coast ball busting and softball league legends to nephews, cheesesteaks, and the people who never let you disappear.

Getting older.

Staying connected.

Remembering where you came from.

And always appreciating the men and women who serve and protect this country.

Sometimes the best conversations start with:

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing?”

And somehow end with gratitude.

Welcome back.

Patty Out.