Oh, my precious, let me tell you ‘bout Superior, that quirky, offbeat city we call home, yesss, we gots so much secrets! You know, Superior, US, ain't no ordinary place—it's a slice o’ nature, art, and messy human vibes all wrapped into one. I’ve been here for years, yess, as a counselor for the womenfolk, and ohhh, I’ve seen it alllll. Gollum style, we says, “We hates it!” but also, “We loves it!” err, well, kinda.
So, lemme start. There’s this little, crooked street called Shoreway Lane. It runs near the ancient Maplewood Park—ah, so serene, but also kinda wild, like in that movie “The New World” – you know, “Look, my love, the new world, where the earth breathes magic.” And, holy smokes, the park is full of secrets and shady nooks where I used to sit and listen to lost souls spill their hearts out. It’s not all gloom though; sometimes the sunlight dances on the lake and I swear, my heart does a silly flip—like, whaaat even?
I wandered through downtown, man, kidding no hon’ – there’s tons of character. Try Copper Street—they got little cafes, bars, and art murals that scream history like a secret whisper. I remember a day when I was counseling a lovely soul near that old brick building on Iron Road, and oh my, it triggered memories of joys and regrets, fierce like the crashing waves on Lake Superior itself. And whaaat a lake that is! Massive, cold, mysterious. Sometimes, I swear it calls out to you: “Come, my dear, and be reborn.” Srsly haunting, right?
And then, ohhh, the neighborhoods! There’s the vibrant Hillcrest, with its quirky haunts and odd little corners where we find solace in unexpected art – graffiti that tells tales of love and loss. I strolled, err, jittery with nerves one rainy day, thinking “This is our new world, my precious!” while the drizzle made everything all blurry and poetic, so damn perfect.
Y’know, some folks don’t notice some spots. But me? I love the abandoned railway path by the river, that hidden gem near Riverside Drive. It’s dark yet fascinating. I once met a wise old pigeon there (yeah, pigeons can be wise, silly but true) who made me laugh, I almost cried, so feckin’ raw, saying things I can only whisper now. And honestly, it’s these moments that shape my view, my heart, and everything in between.
I gotta mention, I’ve had days here where I got mad—so mad! Like when the city council thought they could take down that old mural on Granite St. Whaaat a joke, ya know? I yelled, "We re missin' our soul, we re missin' our heart, my love!" It was a feel-bad moment but also a rally point, uf, for the community, yesss.
And oh, the quirks! We gots a tradition, me and my furiously funny cat, where we walk down Liberty Blvd at 3 AM, sooo random but deep, deep like Terrence Malick’s dreams. We lool around, talk to empty streets, and recite lines from “The New World” in a hushed tone: “The earth must be happy,” they say, and damn, it feels true sometimes, like magic lapping at your feet.
Err, anyways, Superior’s a jumbled mix: sunny spots with loving chatter, dark alleys that tell grim stories, and random kindness in every cracked sidewalk. Me? I keep scribbling my weird feelings from every corner. And there’s a spot near Old Mill Road I keep going back to – a secret bench, hidden under a giant oak where I spill all my mad and happy, poetic secrets.
So, my dear friend, when you visit, wander a bit on Shoreway Lane, smile at the art on Copper St., and hug the misty calm of Maplewood Park. Let the lake speak to you in that mystic, “Come, my love, be reborn,” kinda way. And don’t forget – in Superior, even the smallest corner has a big heart, err, like a broken gem of a new world. Ahhh, so many spells, so many secrets, so marvellous and maddening! Enjoy, yesss, enjoy every twist of it, precious, precious.