Why Do You Love Buffalo???
This was one of the favorite posts from our other site…so we moved it with us!!!
This is your chance to tell us WHY YOU LOVE BUFFALO!!!
There are so many reasons that I love Buffalo, especially times like last night when I was sitting on a friend’s porch, having a beer (Flying Bison Aviator Red) and talking about all the amazing stuff happening in this city, and I called another friend, and he came over to hang out with us. Before we knew it, it was almost 1 AM and time to head home and go to bed…
I love Buffalo because of the people I get to work with since starting Revitalize Buffalo…people like Harvey, Newell, George, Alan, Zack, and Lynn. These are people that inspire me to keep working until Buffalo has become the city that we want it to be…there are so many more things I could say, but I want to know Why You Love Buffalo…
So, please share your thoughts!!!
Here is Molly’s letter which started it all:
Dear Revitalize Buffalo,
You asked me why I liked Buffalo so much. On the spot I wasn’t able to give it nearly as much justice as I could with a little thought, and time to put it in the right words. This is my attempt to explain better with a little more coherent trail than my jumbled up mind.
This is my home, what I know and what I love. I grew up in Kenmore, after my third grade year my family moved to Elma. Since my parents moved to Texas, I lived in Cheekta-vegas and South Buffalo. I went to two different grade schools(St. Paul’s and Iroquois), two different high schools (Iroquois and Sacred Heart), and two different colleges (ECC and UB) in this city. You know that game, three degrees of Kevin Bacon? Welcome to the Molly McGuire Buffalo version.
I hung out in East Aurora and the Elmwood Strip as a teenager. I hung out in Allentown, Main Street and Downtown as a young adult. If I start at Buffalo State and walk down towards Spot on a normal day I run into at least four people I know.
I know ninety percent of the employees at Spot Elmwood. Have hung out at Merlin’s with them after Spot closes. Most of the time all I have to do is walk in to spot say which drink it is that I want that day without specifying my modifications and it pops up on the counter just the way I like it. Not to mention knowing the names of other regulars.
I used to know half the employees of Jim’s Steakout in Allentown. I also used to regularly end up at Frizzy’s. The Bartender there, Trevor, I used to work with him at Chili’s too. It’s funny when your friends tell you they started hanging out with someone new and you show up to meet them only to find out you’ve known them for the last ten years of your life.
This is the city I can’t get lost in. Believe me I’ve tried. Whether I’m in South Wales, Niagara Falls, Downtown, or even Clarence, I know my way around. I’ve had people call me asking where they are and with a simple store I can get them to where they want to go. When I worked for NYPIRG the one manager and I used to race to our destination because I knew the fastest way and he had to prove me wrong, even though he cheated going 75-80mph on the thruway at times.
If you’re bored it’s hard to stay that way. From Shakespeare in the Park, Thursday in the Square, to every single play or musical going on. Whatever happened to “Shuffle off to Buffalo”? It’s still true though, if an act doesn’t make it here, it’s really not going to make it anywhere. We have enough theaters with a combined seating count to fill Ralph Wilson Stadium approximately three times.
I know everyone complains about the weather. Honestly though? We have four seasons, the winter that skiers and snowboarders love, a spring gardeners are in their glory, summers of sunshine and beaches, and beautiful colorful falls. There was the blizzard of 1977 and this summer of 2005 to set new weather records and get us onto the national weather channel. We know how to survive all of it though.
If for any reason you feel like a weekend get away Toronto is an hour, Rochester is an hour, Cleveland is three hours, Pittsburg is three hours, and NYC is seven hours. Not including the secluded little towns only New Yorkers really know about like Skaneateles. Buffalo is still the heart of everything.
In a more clear and concise way that’s why I love Buffalo. It’s simple to me in my mind but explaining it to someone else makes it a little more complex question.
-Molly
10 Comments:
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At 7:49 AM, Mike Miller said…
I love Buffalo because it is my past, my present and my future. It is so much a part of me, and of everyone who has lived here, that we cannot ever forget it. It has made us who we are. No other city I’ve lived in or have visited has made as much of an impression on me as Buffalo has.
I love Buffalo because it is rich with natural resources: bountiful fresh water, wonderful summers, incredible scenery. We are in one of the most ideal locations in the entire country for industry, recreation and tourism.
I love Buffalo because it is the most humble, unpretentious city in the United States. So much so that it is almost to a fault. We just don’t know how great we are and how rich the quality of living can be here.
I love Buffalo because thankfully, we are now starting to realize that we deserve recognition, as evidenced by Amy, Newell and countless others who work very hard and altruistically for their cause. I am moved and inspired by their efforts.
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At 7:08 PM, Jen(nifer) said…
Ah, I share my thoughts everyday over at my blog ![]()
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At 8:01 PM, Anonymous said…
I love Buffalo more than ever because I live out of town and I miss home a lot. I am only 65 miles away in Rochester and the people here just aren’t as friendly as the folks back home. As soon as I return home I feel at ease and I try to soak in all the good sights during my short stays. Problem is that my list of “things to do” is too much for a weekend, but that just means more trips.
It doesn’t matter what time of year it is because there is always something to do! Skiing at Holiday Valley and Sabres games (finally) in the winter, the strolls through Delaware park and the zoo in the spring, the Taste of Buffalo, watching great Bisons baseball, and the trips to Crystal Beach in the summer, and Mayer Bros. and the Bills in the fall.
I love that we’re a hard working town and we can admit that we’ve made some mistakes along the way. I just hope that we can realize that despite our county’s financial crisis, Buffalo has no where to go than up. We’ve hit rock bottom and things can only get better from here. The Revitalize Buffalo initiative is awesome, I wish I could attend the meetings! In fact, this is another reason why I love home so much because there is a coalition trying to rally the troops and focus on the positives to show everyone what a great city we are.
I had the best of everything growing up in Buffalo and I’m so proud to call myself a Buffalonian!
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At 5:24 AM, ViewFromTheBottom said…
Anon…thanks for your post…and we’re glad that you make it home often…if you ever want to talk more about how you could move back here or about what RB is doing, let me know!!!
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At 7:07 PM, estarz said…
Star 102.5 is asking similar questions these days. Its nice to see people starting to take pride in the CITY and WNY in general.
Y do I love Buffalo? Hmmm….I think its a peaceful place…no BIG city problems…great place for the kids to grow up. I would not have said this a few years back but its been growing on me.
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At 5:28 PM, barkloud said…
I love Buffalo because….
I work at the waterfront. Today I was eating lunch outside, looking at the harbor, and I watched a lake freighter gracefully, slowly move into the canal. I took almost all of my lunch break to float in.
This is only today’s reason…….
val
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At 8:12 AM, BuffaloRox said…
I love Buffalo because…
you can strike up a conversation with a complete stranger without getting a suspicious look or worse
of the wonderful smell of toasting oats from the General Mills plant
I live close enough to the Zoo to hear the hyenas calling at night
a gentle snowfall blanketing the ground during the evening creates a magical atmosphere that we often take for granted and others elsewhere can’t understand
that same snowfall creates killer sledding
the Buffalo Bisons
people can, and do, make a difference by getting involved with their community
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At 4:58 PM, The Professor said…
The reason that has always kept me here has been friends and family of course–that undying tendency to feel that my “story” (ah, a fiction writer’s favourite tool, the character’s “story”) inevitably has its backdrop in this city.
Specifically though, it’s always the little things: The four in the morning last call, proving our nightlife’s (or more accurately our livers’)mettle. Our ability to say “So that’s it?” when three inches of snow happened to fall overnight. 75 year olds who still use shovels to make it go away. The fact that cars stuck in the piles of said snow almost invariably find their way pushed out of it–usually by total strangers. The no-holds barred tenacity to put on an incredible live set by the local musicians (and then drink you under the table afterwards). The fact that you can stroll into a twenty four hour restaurant at five in the morning, showing no signs of having slept at all, and no member of the staff will blink twice.
It’s a city of no illusions, and I think that’s what I love best about the city. A glamourous job isn’t apt to impress unless the job is one that you can rightly keep. Flashy money doesn’t mean much unless you still know how to get your hands dirty. “Wide Right” and “No Goal” simply meant a more tragic version of “Business as Usual” and while our perennial under-dog status is something that everyone here is trying to triumph over, we still love an under-dog.
Even our culture comes with grit and grime, even at its most high-brow. With the Pan-Am Exposition came labor riots and a presidential assassination. Our poets and musicians (the few that rose to national prominence) lived rough and tumble lives. So did a lot of our artists. Our pre-eminent art gallery has been one that specilizes in abstract expressionism–and while most would consider that form the most obscure and high-falootin’, it was really the one practiced by the scruffiest, most outcast underdogs imaginable. The ones that often painted hard, because they lived hard, drank hard, fought hard, talked hard.
This is a town borne out of dock workers, grain shovelers, freight loaders and tavern keepers, where the bar per capita was (and still is) higher than just about any city in the U.S. Where steel-working was once considered a “luxury” gig because you actually died on the job less often than a lot of the others around.
I love the city for the Thanksgiving Eves, the St. Patrick’s Days and the Memorial Days. For the fact that twelve of your friends think nothing of piling into your tiny-ass living room to watch the season opening Sabres game, or for the fact that all your pals will randomly heckle the guy too stupid to bring an extra sweatshirt for the one blistering cold Bills game in December (he was also probably the guy who forgot to bring the rolls for the sausage at the season opening tailgate party too).
Street hockey isn’t something to pass the time, but a near-daily ritual for many youngsters, even if someone doesn’t actually have a set of nets. Brawls are frowned upon but not necessarily disallowed.
It’s a city whose immigrants have remembered the even harder places from whence they came, so no matter how hard this town has been, they’ve known this was a step better. Where churches were wrought with the same tenacity as the daily work, but with a greater desire to make the world even less everyday, more ethereal, a step above the grit and grime.
And maybe that’s what those of us who stay would like to see happen with the rest of the city.
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At 11:29 AM, TonawandaGuy said…
Well, in the 60s, my love affair with my birthplace had everythinbg to do with our underdog champions, the Buffalo Bills. But as I grew older and adopted the gritty Buffalo mindset (Ha, you call this a snowstorm?), I came to appreciate our sense of identity — and that was cool. We have a name that’s recognized worldwide. Not bad for a mid-sized city. But what really keeps me in love with the lady is her history. I urge everyone who hasn’t grasped the significance and global marvel that was the Erie Canal to study up on it. And THEN you’ll know how Buffalo came to be. It all started there. I also urge everybody to visit www.eriecanalway.org and get a taste of what’s to come for the entire canal corridor. Buffalo is sitting on a great story!
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At 5:54 PM, faux tee said…
Wow….all these great posts. Something the Professor said really hit home. The comment about a city of no illusions. After living in Boston for 7 years (Mass, where you get large 2 pound lobster, not the one in New York where you get lobster dainties) and returning back to WNY - I never realized just how honest and open people are here. There’re no games, you’re not judged by the color of your mastercard, or by the car you valet. Boston has lots of money to be sure, but it comes with a grave price.
You can’t just decide to go see a band - the place’ll be packed and sold out. You don’t just pop out for dinner without reservations. Nothing is spontaneous. Street races are big races whent there’re 300 people, and there’s always plenty of beer and comraderie at post-race parties. And you certainly can’t go to the waterfront to get away.
I took my daughter to the Niawanda park today for a run in her stroller. A beautiful morning, sunny, mid-70’s, perfect….and the place was empty. Afterwards, we had a picnic lunch courtesy of Mississippi Mudd’s, and grabbed a patch of grass….but it was ALL open grass. No crowds of people, or long lines.
People stop to say hi, or nice day, or what a beautiful daughter (*gloat*). I remember my first weekend back from Boston, I was at a gas station. Just me and one other car on the far corner. Both of us filling up. The driver said “How’s it goin’ today?” I was almost floored not only that someone said “hi” but that it was an effort to yell across the station. I realize I’m rambling, and not saying too much. But I resented moving back here at first - I really loved Boston - but it’s been 16 months now, and I wouldn’t want my daughter to grow up anywhere else.




