Have You Never Been Mellow?

Peekskill is a city with character—vibrant, unique, and, in my honest opinion, far above Peyton Place. Once a tiny industrial village in the Town of Cortlandt, Peekskill transformed into a rough-and-tumble city in 1940 where many blacks migrated to from the prejudiced South. It’s young, still green, but seasoned enough to have stories to tell. She’s no virgin, but she’s not ancient by European standards either.
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Spring breathes life into Peekskill. Warmer days bring festivals downtown, at Charles Point, and along the Riverfront. Everything blooms—the light green of the trees deepens, and the weather sheds the harshness of winter’s cold and snow. Even on overcast days, the town feels alive. Those gray skies? They don’t bother me. They keep away the fair-weather folks who only chase sunshine. Let them have it.

For now, Peekskill feels like the right place for me. I believe I can do amazing things here—if I let go of certain distractions and focus on where I am, who I am, and what already exists. Still, I haven’t met anyone who truly understands the game of Charles, the one that never changes. Oddly enough, I think I’d get along with Donald Trump, though I’m neither a supporter nor a Republican. That would dishonor my grandparents, who always voted Democratic—and so do I.

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? I am Martha. But I smile anyway, and I’d never let them know because I am mellow.  Yeah, I was just like you...afraid to let someone else be strong.